I feel
The rubble under my toes
The lost destiny
Beneath my feet
The past
Portrayed defeat
More work to be done
Than minutes
Left
In the clock's small hands
Then
I bent my knees
To to undue the destruction
Though
I won't finish
Before my seconds
Diminish
The second
Gener-
Ation
May make it
Just a little weight
From the bolders
Lifted off thier shoulders
The beginning
Has to start somewhere
Why not
Where the apparent
-
Ending is sitting
Right next to us
-
Let's use the strength
Of a billion men
To lift the curtains
As they fall
If "happily ever"
Ever wants to happen
We have to accept
It's probably
"After"
We're dead
Whose strong enough
To face this truth
This fear
And work through the tears
Of our demise
Which
Will be met
Before our son rises
Don't wipe your eyes!
Let our cries
Form the oceans
That were ****** dry
In our time
So our children
Will view earth
As it once was
Once "was"
Becomes us
We'll be proud of what we were
And maybe
For the first time
History wont repeat itself