Broken hope

The world is broken
My heart is sore
My tears have fallen
My mind is numb my thoughts are raw

They called us a coming generation
In the olden days they believed
That we’ll be a united nation
Wherever they be they’re grieved

A child is pregnant and called a teen parent
A boy sleeps in booze as though he’s old
I lift my hands in full surrender right at this current
For what I see is a generation giving no hope.

This is our never to be fixed world
I’ll live to heal it with words…

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