All We Can Do

Quietly. As if in slow motion as we turn
And leave the world that we know behind
No regrets. There is nothing left here
All we have has turned to ash in our hands
As we walk away we look back for the last time
Funny how things change
We came apart at the seams
Became the last of a few
I would have stayed. Would have fought
But this is all we can do
All I have are words and this time
There is not a single soul left they could reach
As we walk away we turn our heads a last time
Sad how fast things change