We see it.
We know it.
Those that grew up in racial society.
Still lost on a changing world.
When they reflect back it's on a time of lost memories.

When one group was seen as less of them.
When in facts they must admit many then as now, are better than them.

And in a changing world, they feel left behind.
And if they don't change in this changing world.
They just have those golden memories.

Time waits for no one, no one at all.