I see our generations today stirring up that hope to rise
We rise all day with smiles but deemed are the dreams in our eyes
All day we hide our tears for they do not hear our cry
But it is just so difficult to give up the struggle before we try.
Wondering if we should turn back before we get to the bridge.
But will we ahead of us still get a hold on what the future will bring
Will they hear our voices for us to really call out?
Or will we get their attention depending on how loud?
Will they see the message on our faces as we protest?
Or will they come all out to harm those they should protect?
We live facing their inevitable wars like it is what the matter calls.
Nations, people, kingdoms, great and mighty witnessing their fall
These are times we move on sometimes separated from each other
We persevere through these terrible times hoping to go further
Searching for a place we truly belong like they sold our  
             freedom                  
Our eyes stares out searching for that peace to really
              welcome.                
The description of our struggle presents us  somehow to be lost            
Wondering if the given judgement and made decisions stands just                  
How trust worthy do they present their words for us to really
              hold?                
How do we get to the future through such a path so cold?
Still the right to live we fight hard not to be denied            
Hoping they see how determined we are to make it through the night.