Walking in the footsteps
Of those that went before
Hearing all their echoes
Through the long closed door
Seeing in the sunset
Tears glitter in their eyes
And hearing in the reports
The old repeated lies
Walking down the old roads
I feel them all around
Gazing at the new world
That they had never found
Hiding in the shadows
Seeing through dead eyes
If you listen carefully
You can hear their cries
Standing on the battlefields
Of wasted broken youth
If you listen carefully
You will hear the truth
Sweet young souls died
Never asking why
We owe it to them
To nail the old cruel lies
Sweet young souls died
Never asking why
We owe it to them
To nail the old cruel lies
Walking in the footsteps
Of those that went before
Hearing all their echoes
Through the long closed door
Seeing in the sunset
Tears glitter in their eyes
And hearing in the reports
The old repeated lies
Walking down the old roads
I feel them all around
Gazing at the new world
That they had never found
Hiding in the shadows
Seeing through dead eyes
If you listen carefully
You can hear their cries
Standing on the battlefields
Of wasted broken youth
If you listen carefully
You will hear the truth