What is there for the innocent
When the guilty have stolen all
What is there left for the children
Since the elders sent the world to Hell
Punished for the sins of others
Born to an earth without mothers
There is nothing but fears and dust
We are ruled by tears and lust
We are the damned,
So what shall our portion be
A life amongst the broken
The suffering unredeemed?
Will there be nothing left
Consumed by previous gen's theft
Of a future everlasting
Of anything worth passion
Stealing every privilege
Standing upon the edge
Where the danger beneath
Beckons us to leap
Nothing left
Every soul bereft
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain
upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better
after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own
ingratitude, more gentle.”
