Cheap Talk

I try not to ask myself how we've ended up here, how it is that we could have let things come to this.
Once you start to go down that road though, there's no going back, and there sure aren't any answers to be found along the way.  Only a man who's been there and back can tell you that, but even they're few and far between to find.  All we can do right now is get a handle on what's still in front of us, but with so little left in the wake, that isn't saying very much.

This is what seems to separate us from them, the need to mach on with only the faintest threads of hope left holding us together, the compulsion to stare the fate of the many in the eye and tell it, you're different...  Talk used to be cheap, but out here it's just worthless, that is unless you have something real to back it up with.  This isn't some kind of blind faith that we march ahead with, unlike those who thing the only thing waiting for us is the life after this one, we know somewhere out there is a future we can put our hands on, or at the very least, die trying...