Haste The Day

Behind the wind and trees and obstacles we see.
And it brings these walls to life.
You owned us.
You called us your own possession.
Behind the age chiped paint.
We read our destinies in what they left behind.
Locked in our own dreams.
You owned us.
You called us your own possession.
You left behind hopes and dreams of a life left incomplete.
You walked away from everything you believed in,
When you wanted to change the world.