We walk our paths as we step on the road,
No love, no release, just cobble and stone.
We have no direction, no place and no home
Just light stepping on these raging roads
For we are the broken, the angry, the few
Are we really so different, or are we just like you?
Are we so deserving of the distrust and dissent?
Are we really so damaged that we can’t make a mends?
We have tolerance and love, inclusive of all
We have passion and fire, unknown by the fools
We are the young, yet still are the weary
An entire generation screaming, why can’t you hear me?
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
We walk our paths as we step on the road,
No love, no release, just cobble and stone.
We have no direction, no place and no home
Just light stepping on these raging roads
For we are the broken, the angry, the few
Are we really so different, or are we just like you?
Are we so deserving of the distrust and dissent?
Are we really so damaged that we can’t make a mends?
We have tolerance and love, inclusive of all
We have passion and fire, unknown by the fools
We are the young, yet still are the weary
An entire generation screaming, why can’t you hear me?