Every time I look around I know my eyes deceive me.
All the familiar faces but the days seem far away.
Will times stay near, or have they gone?
When will we live like the least of these?
Oh, I'm not finished.
Bad blood and broken friendships all because our pride gets in the way.
Maybe we can turn this around I don't care how long I have to stay.
As we get older hearts grow colder, now don't you see?
All these familiar faces but we never take the time to say anything, to anyone.
Are they gone?
When will we live like the least of these?
Oh, I'm not finished.
Bad blood and broken friendships all because our pride gets in the way.
Maybe we can turn this around I don't care how long I have to stay.
All I want is to makes amends and all you want is for this to end.
