Life goes on in the big cityA testament to heroes of old fades into the background
From 9-5 they shuffle on by
At the end of the day the rush beginsCaught up in the rat race, but who really wins?
Passing by, they stare straight ahead,
Soon the memory may be dead.
Visitors come from far and wide,but do they know what's kept inside?
They see the man, but do they see hi-s-tory?
A great leader on his throne,His memory demands respect,
He alone can break the rules
Calmly seated, waiting to be forgotten
Many enter the grand hallThey pay tribute to the man,
they don't see what it used to be,
they don't see the reality of the memory
Solace for the fallen.A permanent hush has settled on the hall.
Like dust on a mantle it blots out what people used to feel
It feels like you have stepped away from the busy world outside
Young and old they mark their visitIn an out in an instant
Few stay to learn what happened here
About the man in the chair
This shrine may be a tombA testament torn by time
As the days go by few remember
Few hold on to the truth behind the stone facade

