We looked all around us: we were old; we were gray
But we felt so secure and so safe in our way
We clung to our customs and we clung to our rules
We were even satisfied with the usage of old tools..
So our days grew longer and our numbers grew thin
People were dropping out from the group we were in
We couldn't understand it ..we were inviting everyone
But we weren't really ready to change what we begun..
So our numbers kept dwindling: our gathering was undone
Because we were so unwilling to make room for anyone
We liked to have our numbers but not the change of guard
We have to make some changes even if we find it hard...