Falling Generations

We were the ones who saw the sky, chasing dreams with open eyes.

Our hearts beat like a melody, carved in stone for all to see.

But time is heavy on the ground. We built our castles,

they came down. And in the dust we found our names, but nothing stays

the same. Falling generations, we're all drifting in the breeze. Chasing echoes of

the past, like we're searching for a key. We were once the fire,

now we're turning into ash. Falling generations, we can't bring it back.

The stories that we used to tell are fading fast, they don't ring