When we're gone, will we be remembered?
Our gravestones weathered away,
Our ashes spread in the wind.
Some of us will be the unknown body in the archaeological museum,
Others will have rotted completely away.
All that's left of us will be our descendants,
And even they will forget.

So how will we ensure we're remembered?
Can we, will we, leave a mark?
Will we stand up for what is right,
What is fair, not what is easy?
Will we make our voices be heard,
Or will we let them be drowned out by greed and animosity?

If we stand up, make our voices heard,
Imagine what we could do!
We'd be unstoppable,
Remembered as the people who made true equality happen!
Leave a legacy to be proud of,
We'd be remembered long after we're dead.

The only way to be remembered is to make them remember,
So lets do something memorable while we still have the chance!

The world will end in fire or storm,
If given the choice I'd choose the storm.
Go out with a bang is what they say,
Better to drown than to burn.
Yet I can't help but wonder,
Isn't the storm almost the same as fire?
Electricity coursing through your veins,
You fry from the inside.
In the end you'll either be deep-fried or crispy and burnt.
Maybe one'll be wetter than the other,
But in the end, we'll all be dead.

I'm spinning out of control.
I'm going mad,
I can't stop myself.

Help! I need someone,
Someone to hold me tight,
To tell me it'll be alright,
Someone to be there.

I'm going mad,
And I need help.
I can't stop myself,
HELP!

Help, I don't know who I am,
I can't remember anything,
How do you fly this thing?
All I know is that there's something important that must be done,
I've gotta save the world, no, the universe.

I'm sorry who are you?
I'm Scottish, I used to be English, I think.
Amy was Scottish.
Oh, I'm old now!
Old and not ginger.
Still don't know who I am.

Am I The Doctor?
Yes, I think I am and there's the green one and the not green one.
I'm on the planet of the pudding brains.
I still haven't figured what kind of man I am.
Just old, Scottish, and not ginger!
I'm never ginger,
never, not once in 2000 years!

Humans - that's what we are.
We argue about things that have obvious answers,
we let others cloud our judgement,
we don't focus on the important things.

But we're good at being happy,
at loving one another,
and we try to fix our faults.

We change slowly, so slowly it seems we haven't changed at all.
Some days it feels like we've made so much progress,
other days it feels like we haven't done anything at all.

Are we destined to fail is that why change is so slow?
Or are we not trying hard enough?
But maybe we are changing, just real slow.

Humans - we love one another,
we're happy and we're sad,
but most of all,
WE ARE DETERMINED.

Don't mean to get political,
I can't help but wonder why though,
we claim everyone is equal.

We sure don't treat people like that,
we treat some like they are our doormats.
All they want is to be happy,
just like us,
so why do we try and forbid it?

Don't tell me they aren't right.
Don't say it goes against the sacred books,
cause I know every book teaches you to love your neighbor,
why are they different?

'Cause they have different preferences?
How many of you know someone like them,
but refuse to help or care?
You claim you support them,
but you support the ones who stand against them.

How is it that you claim everyone's equal,
when you try to forbid,
so many people to be happy?

Just saying that it isn't right,
what if I told you that you aren't allowed,
to be happy, to be with the one that you love?
Just something for you to think about.

When all that remains is ash,
burning hot,
melting skin that it falls on,
would you try to rebuild?

Have you ever felt
like the world was burning,
and there was no point in returning,
standing on the edge,
have you ever felt like falling?

What would you do if your life went up in flames?
Would you rise like a phoenix through the ashes?
Or would you struggle to rebuild?
Would you burn with everything else?

Have you ever felt like standing on the edge and falling?
Look down and think to yourself,
it's not that far,
I could survive,
if I could get the courage to try.

When all that remains of your life is ashes, what do you do?
Do you get the courage to fall off the edge?
Do you try to rebuild?
Do you continue like nothing ever happened?

I stand on the edge,
and wind blows at my back,
carrying the ashes of my life,
and the wind is too strong,
for once I give in,
and through the ashes I see,
a friend running to get me.

They reach me too late,
I've already fallen down,
I gave in, gave up,
I am not the person who rises up.

As I lay there on the ground,
I have answered my questions,
I am the type of person who falls off the edge.
The ashes rained down on me,
but I am long gone,
they can't bother me anymore,
I have found the courage to fall.