We are the dust of their dying dream
Picking up pieces of what they failed to see
We are, we are, we are
The sons and daughters
Of those who tried
To fight
To reach the sky
We are, we are, we are
The ones which our mothers and fathers
Left behind
We are what's left of them
The children of dreamers
Who denied the end
We are the kids who will live to see
If we will fail or become the dream
We are, we are, we are
The sons and daughters
We are, we are, we are
The ones which our mothers and fathers
Left behind