Storing information, a need for our survival,
Every generation has to pass it on,
And a memory erasure is an ever present danger,
In a careless moment, much could be gone.
Time will tell if we learned our lesson well,
Will the truth survive unharmed?
Time will tell if the bridge stood firm or fell,
Connecting wisdom heart to heart at the changing of the guards.
Sending unmixed signals to the guardians of the future - a priority we've often overlooked,
In an age where thought are scrambled in transmissions jammed and tangled, what we tell them must be clear and understood.
Time will tell if we learned our lesson well,
Will the truth survive unharmed?
Time will tell if the bridge stood firm or fell,
Connecting wisdom heart to heart at the changing of the guards.
Like soldiers that stand at the palace gates - soon our time is up, another takes our place,
What we leave to them is more than gold, it's the treasure of our souls,
Words of the wise, words of God himself, stored in holy books, filling walls of shelves,
Not to be admired and merely read, but to give life to the dead.
Guarding sacred treasure for the ones who will follow after, in a world where nothing's sacred anymore,
Can we touch the mind and spirit of a terminal generation?
Will they understand the truth of what we've stored?
Time will tell if we learned our lesson well,
Will the truth survive unharmed?
Time will tell if the bridge stood firm or fell,
Connecting wisdom heart to heart at the changing of the guards.
