
A testament to heroes of old fades into the background
From 9-5 they shuffle on by

Caught up in the rat race, but who really wins?
Passing by, they stare straight ahead,
Soon the memory may be dead.

but do they know what's kept inside?
They see the man, but do they see hi-s-tory?

His memory demands respect,
He alone can break the rules
Calmly seated, waiting to be forgotten

They pay tribute to the man,
they don't see what it used to be,
they don't see the reality of the memory

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

In an out in an instant
Few stay to learn what happened here
About the man in the chair

A testament torn by time
As the days go by few remember
Few hold on to the truth behind the stone facade