Like Trumpets - With Honor

Enough pictures drawn in the sand

Of everything we wish we’d been

Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise

Enough careless talk about giving up

Complaining of the things we haven’t got

Why can’t we stand up to the test of time?

No more, no less than all we are, all we have

No more holding back

So far, we’ve only made a scratch, knives out

No more holding back

We’ll drag our heels on cold concrete

Until it’s four feet wide and six feet deep

To forget our regrets and yesterdays

I want to cut, cut the bind

It’s not the scissors that are dull

It’s our minds, it’s our apathy and shallo goals entwined

It’s all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye