Blank Faces

If home is where the heart is
I guess that's why I'm lost
'Cuz there's no heart in this place,
I guess we've all forgot.

Safety has its burdens,
everything has its price.
This city's nothing but a blank face;
there's no soul in its eyes.

Dreams are left deserted
as we're told which paths to take.
Resistance is toilsome,
for only shadows await.

So concerned with being
the brightest light, the shining star
and never just quite reaching
what we've traded our souls for.

Scattered through the darkness
are those whose dreams run free.
Criticized for questioning,
they're knocked onto their knees.

They can hear the music,
can hear the city's mournful sound.
Fighting to death, they are,
to bring color back to this town.

Like ghosts,we wander through the streets
trapped in silence as we meet.
Marching forward to the beat of broken hearts.

Can you hear the music,
hear the city's mournful sounds?
Hold on to your blessings,
only fools crave the crown.