Voices of the past

I once knew a wise man
Who'd always look you in the eye
But he grew old and took his turn to die
He left behind a generation
Who dried their tears and said
Thank you to that old man
Who for our lives has bled

When I look out my window and I tell you what I see
The spirit of a wise man is looking back at me
And listen to the silence and tell me what you hear
Voices of the past are singing songs in your ear

And did you ever meet that young man
Remembered only for his crime
He got into an accident and he died before his time
Deep down inside of him lived the kindest
Man that you would ever meet
But he'd grown tougher than he could be
Standing on his own two feet

When I look out my window and I tell you what I see
A chained down man bearing his key
And listen to the silence and tell me what you hear
Voices of the past are singing songs in your ear

And did you ever meet that young girl
Who was torn between right and wrong
She jumped off the edge of her life
And time past her on
She said you know I've been traveling
On a road which has no end
Before we could understand her
We'd lost another friend

When I look out my window and I tell you what I see
A girl who lost her will to live is set free
And listen to the silence and tell me what you hear
Voices of the past are singing songs in your ear