We all know of the stories
Where the savior's but a teen
Fighting evils for glory
We all long to be that free
But there are shackles on my feet
Tied to the bottoms of my desk
They say the pencil holds the answer
If I'm looking to be the best
On the chalkboard is my future
And within the book is the cure,
To cure the world of evils
Of that, they seem so sure
But my eyes drift to the window
Where outside the whole world lay
I'm still shackled to my desk
And they tell us to stay
When the world lights up with flames
My generations safe inside
Because from the outside we're disconnected
We have a place to hide
While the adults look for heroes
To save them once and for all,
The kids filled with potential
Spend their days wandering the halls
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
We all know of the stories
Where the savior's but a teen
Fighting evils for glory
We all long to be that free
But there are shackles on my feet
Tied to the bottoms of my desk
They say the pencil holds the answer
If I'm looking to be the best
On the chalkboard is my future
And within the book is the cure,
To cure the world of evils
Of that, they seem so sure
But my eyes drift to the window
Where outside the whole world lay
I'm still shackled to my desk
And they tell us to stay
When the world lights up with flames
My generations safe inside
Because from the outside we're disconnected
We have a place to hide
While the adults look for heroes
To save them once and for all,
The kids filled with potential
Spend their days wandering the halls
