Slipping A child holds his father's gun,
Says you're losing me
And much too young.
A playground turns towards you,
Asks are you losing us so soon?
A preteen holds her stillborn son,
Says you're losing me
And can't hold on.
The children of a broken home
Say you lose us under the moon.
A teenager on drugs each day,
Says you're losing me
And slips away.
High schools cry you're losing us.
How can we grasp your attention?
A parent watches all their pain,
Says it's nothing that
You can explain.
Arms reaching out to us
Shortened by best intention.
Nation's youth propose the question:
Will you save us from
Our digression?
Are you willing to lose a generation,
Or will you lead them to salvation? |
