We Are The Future

Being born in one small year,
Waking up one hundred years later,
Wondering were we came and went to,
Lost in the limbo of life,

Now we stand thinking of the past,
Living out the things we had,
One looking for substance,
One looking for love,
All of us hateing the reflection in front of us,

Our generation is lost in the shadows now,
Hiding firom the lies in our life,
Waiting for our saviour to save us,
We march on with fear of death.

by James Trent

Comments (1)

Good, but please correct spelling errors. H