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