Standing strong

Standing alone

Some walk by it and marvel

Some look at it's cracks and point out it's rips and flaws

But none the less it stands

To uphold what is true

What is right

Too many think about the strength of the lone pillar

Few aspire to it's strength

It's always a fight

To keep it in sight

Some think it's like flying a kite

But really it's costs a lot of sleepless nights

I bet you never thought you'd suffer a bite

Or get snuffed out like a light

For simply trying to do what's right

The new generation proposes destruction

Since when has one generation, in all of human history, changed the definition of right and wrong?

The God who built this world wrote what is write and wrong

He also gave warning to these acts that we play into a song

My generation makes purity just want to curl

The Lord of might will not bless a mockery of his creation that gives me the inclination to hurl

His grace abounds to redeem and change a heart that seeks him and his precepts as a jewel

Not those who care nothing of the almighty and only seem to chase what's cool

All I can say is that it is only a loving God that could save such fools as us.

But give ear to what I am saying, you are priceless

The devil can take that which is priceless and convince them that they are worthless

The hand of God will not be stayed from an unrepentant people for much longer

Forgotten the words of old

Burned the prophecies of wisdom

To the wind, the values of perfection are thrown

One generation of an insignificant planet cannot change the laws of reality

An arrogant race cannot classify the existence of God

We cannot define right and wrong

We are merely servants

To a mighty king

Who contains the unstoppable might of love

Love that is greater then the strength of man

Yet holier then all things

What will they see in this generation?

Will they see a generation of dreamers and achievers?

Or will they see a hoard of monsters who only served their own desires?

Will they see us as a generation who cared for life?

Or will they see us as a generation of people who murdered little children because they weren't convenient.

Who will they see?

Humanity is just ******* on time

It's a poison to the soul

We just keep trying to make every moment last

Like we control time

I'm tired of ******* in this poison of sin

I'm tired of thinking that I am perfect

I just wish we could just wash out the poison