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Past, Present, or Future (Jazz Pop) A.I. Created

(verse 1) There's a woman on the corner with a sign made of cardboard She's living in the future, though her hands are cold and scarred She sees a world where children don't go hungry, where it's true That the measure of a people is how well they lift you up And a man in a tall building counts his money, counts his stock He's living in the past now, with a key to every lock He wishes he could own the sunlight, wishes he could charge for air He sees the ones who work for him, but doesn't see them there. (chorus) Tell me, who are you? And who do you want to be? Are you living in a moment that your heart can truly see? Are you anchored to the battles of a bitter, bygone age Or writing on the unwritten, a new and hopeful page? We're all living in different times, though the clock reads the same Some are playing someone else's game. Where do you want to live? In the past, the here and now? Or the future that we're building, trying to remember how? (verse 2) There's a girl who runs for water while her little brother waits She's living in the present, struggling with the hands of fate And a man who stops to help her, fixes pumps so water's clear He's living in the future, where a brother's need is here And some folks walk right past her, with their headphones in their ears Living on a tiny island, just themselves and all their fears They're not cruel, they're just not looking, they're not living in the same World as the one who's thirsty, or the one who knows her name. (chorus) Tell me, who are you? And who do you want to be? Are you living in a moment that your heart can truly see? Are you anchored to the battles of a bitter, bygone age Or writing on the unwritten, a new and hopeful page? We're all living in different times, though the clock reads the same Some are playing someone else's game. Where do you want to live? In the past, the here and now? Or the future that we're building, trying to remember how? (bridge) The past is a shadow that whispers you are less because of them The present is a tightrope, and we're stumbling on thehem But the future is a garden that we plant with every choice It's the echo of the collective, it's the chorus of one voice It's a place where people see you, not the color or the creed But the simple, beating heart that has the very same need. (chorus) Tell me, who are you? And who do you want to be? Are you living in a moment that your heart can truly see? Are you anchored to the battles of a bitter, bygone age Or writing on the unwritten, a new and hopeful page? We're all living in different times, though the clock reads the same Some are playing someone else's game. Where do you want to live? In the past, the here and now? Or the future that we're building, trying to remember how? (outro) The future is a question And the answer starts today In the simple choice of who we are Along the way. Who are you? Who will you be?