Waking - Dead Hearts

I remember dreams my father had

And how I saw them slip through his hands

I never thought of him as a broken man

But there is sorrow behind his laugh

Thirty, forty, fifty years

And a lifetime of tears

We gotta wake up, we gotta wake up

Thirty, forty, fifty years

And a lifetime of fears

We gotta wake up, we gotta wake up

I remember things my mother said

That at that time didn’t make much sense

She never spoke of disappointments

But behind her eyes, I see regret

In the shadow of our parents' dreams

In the shadows, we no longer sleep