she struggles to keep her head up
wishing someone would give her a heads up
of whats coming down the road
she's got a heavy load
on her back
you can see it in her tracks
that every day is a struggle
she dodges what life throws at her
when she gets hit, she juggles
but soon her act will fade
revealing her facade
its this day she must evade
she craves the limelight
yet hates the stage
dwelling in the fear of admitting she is afraid
living upto her self set standard
she is constantly in motion yet not moving forward
or towards
her destination
yet she continues they cycle
desperation
she longs for confromation
without confrontation
she fits right in with the youth of our nation
he knows what he wants
against all odds
he's sick and tired of being called a lost cause
tangled up in contradiction
yet so secure with his ambitions
constantly cutting the strings that tie him down
yet without them his feet don't touch the ground
unfamilliar with the term backing down
never has he been safe and sound
feeling the weight of his shackles and handmade crown
believing one must be lost in order to be found
life to him is like hide and seek
forn he believes to be vulnerable is to be weak
so to speak
he's tired of hiding and wants to be found
As he looks around
he comes to realize he's not alone
with his moral mutation
longing for validation
the constant need for stimulation
sparked by the sudden implication
he fits right in with the youth of our nation