what ever happened to originality? the way were living is pure brutality.
trying to find ourselves in a world thats so broken, where no one really listens to the words being spoken.
were all clones of societys creation, waiting on the world to change, but no ones vouching for retaliation.
we'd rather be silenced by a higher power, do you not remember this is our world, you cowards.
we must take our stand before the end comes, are you not frighened by the idea of what we may become?
this is a battle we cannot afford to lose, will you rise when it is our time?

One thing is sure, there is no doubt,
  this is your life, and life's about
The love you give, the lives you change,
  the world around you re-arranged;
And you'll do well to not forget --
  life changes not, but you change it.
So open wide your eyes to see
  it's all for you! Now just believe.

Erewhile, before the world was old,
When violets grew and celandine,
In Cupid's train we were enrolled:
            Erewhile!
Your little hands were clasped in mine,
Your head all ruddy and sun-gold
Lay on my breast which was your shrine,
And all the tale of love was told:
Ah, God, that sweet things should decline,
And fires fade out which were not cold,
            Erewhile.