[Intro] You don’t see me… You don’t see anyone… [Verse 1] Walking down the street, eyes staring through, Faces empty, hearts gone too. No one lifts their head, no one seems to care, Everyone lost in their own despair. An old man struggling with his heavy bag, They pass him by – no shame, no drag. Once we helped without a thought or word, Now empathy’s a myth no longer heard. [Pre-Chorus] We forgot the sound of kindness’ name, Traded hearts for screens and fame. [Chorus] Generation I – no look ahead, no glance behind, Hearts turned to stone, no warmth to find. They see themselves in every screen, A hollow glow where souls have been. Not everyone’s lost, but too many stray, This selfish loop will eat us away. [Break] No one looks up anymore… No one feels anymore. [Verse 2] A woman on the bus, old and tired, No seat offered, no eyes inspired. Hands on phones, heads down low, No one dares to let it show. We used to care, to lend, to see, Now we scroll through misery. Chasing likes, chasing ghosts, We’ve lost the things we need the most. [Chorus] Generation I – no look ahead, no glance behind, Hearts turned to stone, compassion blind. They see themselves, the mirror cracks, The world reflects what kindness lacks. Not everyone’s gone, but too many fade, This endless loop we ourselves made. [Bridge] Where is the spark that used to connect? Where is the warmth we used to protect? We got lost in the chase for our own light, Forgot how a smile can ignite the night. We can change – if someone dares! We can heal – if someone cares! [Verse 3] An old man drops his coins to the floor, No one helps, just out the door. A little gesture could light the dark, But no one moves, no one sparks. It doesn’t take much – just empathy, A flicker of light, a melody. But as long as ego leads the way, We lose ourselves, day by day. [Final Chorus] Generation I – no look ahead, no glance behind, Hearts turned cold, the warmth declined. They see the world through broken glass, Each reflection, a soul that’s passed. Not everyone’s gone, but too few fight, To bring back love, to bring back light. [Outro] Maybe there’s hope, maybe not too late, If one awakens, it could change our fate. We can learn again what it means to feel, To make compassion real. Generation I… We can be more than this.
