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…
