See the child cup his hands
Folk give him dollars and quotes
Yet the real reason why he stands
Is for his generation's hope
He has walked the ally ways at night
Watched thieves take to the streets
Trails of innocent replaced with red
The guilty laugh at those who bleed
The city lights seem to bend
Whenever a desperate soul strays
Sources of money and glamorous trends
Won't stop hearts from running away
Shattered glass fragments reflect the sky
Heaven reigns as hell tries to raise
Yin and Yang failed to heal the tie
The past generations made
The boy leans against a stone wall
The words pile up with pity
He asks for change to make a call
"To who?" The boy replies,"The city."
"My generation is broken
Can you not see us struggle and stagger?
You give us words so vile when spoken
And damn for touching a dagger.
You want us to play with dolls and wagons
Grow into the shoes of our parents
Yet we've been burned by corporate dragons
And own the agony we inherited.
So do not provide only your words
We, the youth, have one another to cope
Please help our generation when we hurt
Start by giving us hope."
