All That's Left

All must yield! For none have the right of way Who are We? But slaves to the passing day... For all had their chances, And chose to let pass Reflecting time wasted To replace as the past... History remains silent, As the future is deaf Faded memoirs of the past Becoming all that’s left Freedom set before us But choices aren’t so clear Living is never easy, When hatred finds your fear... But still We resist Lifting the last leg What have We to gain... By driving the stake? Not a leg to stand And tomorrow’s forsaken deaf; Memories of yester year... Are becoming all that’s left.