1,000 Years

Statues are still erected. Paintings still stain the floor. But nothing really breaks through. No, no nothing... Anymore. Heroes are still out there. For the weak and for the poor. But nothing tames the cynics. No, no nothing... Anymore. Art, it still surrounds us. It's in my eyes and in my ears. But does it really matter. When we've given in to fear? Tonight I made a promise. To myself, and to my kids. I will never let it break me. Not for one thousand years.