I Am The Wind, You Are The Feather in Vanna

This is an open ended sky, with open eyes too tired to look away
say youll stay forever by my side, or forever we'll be standing here

(The dead still walk, walk the streets)
(This means war, on everyone)
(You cant hear, them lying to us)
(you cant see, they're fingers crossed)
Lets keep our thoughts on guard this time,we'll keep on moving on, just dont let them get too close.
(In the land where the dead still walk)

(This is a test, we know our own strength,we'll take the east and march on)
(Make our way, Burning all our bridges, state by state, we march on)

And we march on, leaving trails of hope behind us, with our hands to the sky, the wind will be our guide
at times like these, to be the last ones standing, hope is all we have left

"TO BE THE LAST ONES STANDING,TO BE THE LAST ONES STANDING"