Are we to let it burn Await monuments to fall What comparison can be made When we search for greatness Only to see our shame Another something to leave beyond Another something to leave behind Many will rise in their loss To lean on each other Under weight and waiting For a familiar face Is this grace? Conducting in solitary Without gravity or consequence Just timely worry and woe is me A skip in the cycle A slow in the beat What comparison can be made No greatness should be obtained Many will weep at their loss The strength it takes To lie in wake Of what we cannot replace Is this grace? To all fall down hand in hand To all rise in truth and see it through Another something to see beyond Another someone to hold on to