By: Gerard Valencia (a.k.a. MrV, or Christian Valencia-Vasquez).
Copyright © MrV
Twas time of classics
Twas the Golden Age
The world belonged to the dreamers
The land to the humble and sincere
Even television was worth the time
Where have those days gone
When I could be a child
I've soared too high, can't come down
Time keeps walking and won't stop
Everything moves too fast for me
Slow this madness at once
My shouts are muffled in a corporate hive
The sky is crowded by the dreamers, the humble, and the sincere
No longer with us, and those who walk wander helpess for a sign
Where the stars shined, where the honest walked
Looking back at what's done nostalgia freaks that lost all hope
But time keeps going, the clock of doom hasn't hit the hour
It's time to save the future, leave the past behind
Time to see the beauty, that's beyond those wild hives
Those nostalgia freaks won't bring me down
With head up high, I won't look back
I'll face the end head-on
Because the world belong to dreamers
And I'll carry a generation ahead.
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