Playgrounds stand like monuments to ghosts,
The swings move empty, pushed by wind at most.
The schools are closing one by one each year,
No children's voices left for us to hear.

We are the last ones born to see the light,
No generation follows after our flight.

Silent playgrounds, empty cradles in the night,
The children who will never see the light.
We broke the chain, the future disappeared,
A world of echoes, everything we feared.
Silent playgrounds, where no laughter rings,
The last generation, the end of all things.

The nurseries collect the dust and rust,
Baby clothes unworn, forgotten in the dust.
We chose our comfort over future hands,
Now silence fills these empty, dying lands.

The last child born is growing old today,
No innocent eyes to show the way.

Silent playgrounds, empty cradles in the night,
The children who will never see the light.
We broke the chain, the future disappeared,
A world of echoes, everything we feared.
Silent playgrounds, where no laughter rings,
The last generation, the end of all things.

I walk through empty parks at dusk,
Where children played in the dust.
The sandboxes are overgrown with weeds,
No tiny hands, no future seeds.
Who will remember us when we are gone?
Who will carry forward what we've done?
(Silent... silent...)

Silent playgrounds, empty cradles in the night,
The children who will never see the light.
We broke the chain, the future disappeared,
A world of echoes, everything we feared.
Silent playgrounds, where no laughter rings,
We are the ending of all human things.

So listen to the quiet, feel the void,
A world of potential forever destroyed.
No birthday candles, no first words said,
Just silent playgrounds for the never-born dead.
The swing moves gently in the dying breeze,
No children left to push it, if you please.
The Earth will heal when we are finally gone,
But no small voices sing the morning song.
(Silent... silent...)

Silent playgrounds, empty cradles in the night,
The children who will never see the light.
We broke the chain, the future disappeared,
A world of echoes, everything we feared.
Silent playgrounds, where no laughter rings,
We are the ending of all human things.
(Silent... silent...)