You are part,
of a generation
one that is great, mighty, powerful, strong.
Fearful.
Near the top, the apex, but not yet there,
we've poisoned ourselves, from the ground we stand,
to the much needed air.
If...no, when, we survive our first few years,
just think, it really was worth the first months of tears.
Now think of the times, we've fallen,
so that we could just stand,
do you remember, the effort it took,
the damning demand?
Now think of the times you've bumped, fallen,
scraped your ****** knee,
how bout that times ran your bike through the yard, up the street,
and forgot to watch where you ran, into that stupid tree.
The times you thought you were invincible,
powerful and mighty,
you knew you were right, though your moods were rather,
flighty.
And now your here, the ranks have become a little thinner,
everyone's competing for something
to be an ultimate winner.
They want to stand on top, just as you have once,
they don't want to die,
because their a dunce.
They think they're smart, or strong, or whatever,
to think it mattered once, only that it never.
You're a survivor,
you have to fight to live,
barbed wires, to picket fences,
you've put up walls, behind more defenses.
So let me tell you something my friend.
As you crawl your way up to the top,
watch where you leap,
or you'll just end up a flop.
You're a survivor,
a light unto the rest,
you're living proof my friend,
that you're able to pass the test.
Show them your mettle,
your battle scars,
show them what your made of,
that there's no limit, not even the stars.
Show them the dents in your tested armor and shields,
show them the power of love and understanding, both of which you wield.
Show them what it's like,
what it's like to fall and fly,
help your comrades up,
tell them.
It's do. Or die.
Because you're a survivor.