Footnote

Verse
I wake up every morning to the grind,
Pull on my boots, leave my dreams behind.
Clock ticks on, as I punch that clock,
Lost in the shuffle, just another cog.

The office lights hum, and the papers pile,
Sacrificing my soul for a corporate smile.
In the shadows of skyscrapers, I toil away,
Just a footnote in history, come what may.

Pre-Chorus
No statues in the square, no hymns in the night,
No one to remember, no one to fight.
A name that fades, a story unsung,
Just a face in the crowd, where dreams are stung.

Chorus
I’m just a cog in the machine, under the heel,
A footnote in the margins, no one to feel.
In a thousand years, who will know my name?
No chants at dawn, no glory or fame.
Just another story lost in the fray,
In the grand march of time, who will even say?

Verse
I traded my passions for a paycheck each week,
Sacrificed my voice for the comfort I seek.
In the hustle and the bustle, I’ve lost my way,
Just a line in the ledger of the everyday.

Wrote my name in the dust, watched it disappear,
Living in the margins, swallowed by the fear.
The world turns on, and I’m left behind,
A whisper in the wind, a fading state of mind.

Pre-Chorus
No statues in the square, no hymns in the night,
No one to remember, no one to fight.
A name that fades, a story unsung,
Just a face in the crowd, where dreams are stung.

Chorus
I’m just a cog in the machine, under the heel,
A footnote in the margins, no one to feel.
In a thousand years, who will know my name?
No chants at dawn, no glory or fame.
Just another story lost in the fray,
In the grand march of time, who will even say?

Bridge
When the dust settles and the years go by,
Will there be a mark left where I lie?
Or will the world move on, indifferent to my plight,
Just another day turned into night?

Chorus
I’m just a cog in the machine, under the heel,
A footnote in the margins, no one to feel.
In a thousand years, who will know my name?
No chants at dawn, no glory or fame.
Just another story lost in the fray,
In the grand march of time, who will even say?

Outro
So here I stand, with my silent creed,
A nameless echo of a world in need.
In the end, I’m just a part of the design,
A footnote in the pages, lost in time.