while we wait for some sanity
and grace in this world,
we stay up late for the news of the day
but the pages of history don’t turn

the powerful are pushing pawns
the meek are waiting for their dawn
they’ll inherit all the wrongs we have done
you’re my sanity

we missed the days of enlightenment
crusades have returned
we miss the days of our innocence
the brave-hearted don’t return

and all our good fortune
is had at what cost,
when the brave and invisible are lost?
still I have you, and if i can’t believe you
then I don’t have anything… at all

the powerful are pushing pawns…