At the End of the Day

We may never walk this way again
But we’ll do our best to remember when
We were lost and couldn’t see the light
Schooled and ravaged by the night
We may survive with nothing left to show
Relics bound by what we know
And the battles that we won won’t matter more
Than the lowest of the lows that came before
At the end of the day
What will they say?
Will they try to take all of the words away
Will we settle all the bills that we couldn’t pay?
At the end of the day
We may try to join with those that came before
To greet everyone that comes through the door
With a hand and a shake and a meaningful stare
Before they walk on by like we were never there