Tuesday, April 1, 2003

Our generation.

We are,
A hurting generation,
Broken and scarred,
Are these beautiful creations,
Bound by the pain,
Of hateful pasts,
The empty shells that remain,
Are left to rot on life's path,
A hurting generation,
This is our cry,
We crave a revelation,
And we need to know why,
We're plagued with your sorrow,
Brainwashed by hate,
We're your tomorrow,
And we're yours to break...
We've only become,
What you expected us to be,
Cold-hearted and numb,
So from us you flee,
Afraid of what you've made,
Unwanted and unloved,
It's too late for an escape,
You can't undo what's been done,
A hurting generation,
Can't you hear our silent cries,
Raised by a corrupt nation,
Don't you see the fear in our eyes?...
We cry out for peace,
That is our plea,
Our innocence to keep,
Is all that we need,
And our lives are now run,
By the big corporations,
Why is it us you shun?
Our hurting generation,
Rampaged by war,
Respect has been lost,
We need to know what we're living for,
Can we afford what it will cost?...
You say that we're worthless,
But we're smarter than that,
We know we're not useless,
We've no choice but to fight back,
People love to hate,
And we don't understand,
Beautiful lives are at stake,
So together we must ban,
To save this world from itself,
Before hope is truly gone,
Let's think less about ourselves,
Because this has gone on way too long...
We are the world's tomorrow,
Good with us can start,
So don't hide your face now,
Because there are no small parts,
On life's little stage,
A difference we can make,
They can't keep us in a cage,
We will break these chains of hate,
This hurting generation,
Control we are taking,
We will be a revelation,
We are peace in the making...