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