Hiding behind the transparent glass
Waiting for it all to end
For it all to pass
For the wounds to mend
The era of the Lost
The last generation
All dreams tossed
Throughout the nation
We stitch our skin
Back together
Once again
Through whatever weather
Through the snow
We are lost
We already know
That the frost
Has taken it's bite
Through our spine
It will be alright
Will be fine
Nothing short of a loss
We cut our wages
As our boss
Turns our pages
We walk through the fire
Walk on broken glass
Never to retire
Work as long as the grass
Never growing old
Yielding youth
So bold
Telling nothing short of the truth
Putting the I in sin
The I in pride
Once again
You lied
Hiding behind the transparent glass
Waiting for it all to end
For it all to pass
For the wounds to mend
The era of the Lost
The last generation
All dreams tossed
Throughout the nation
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)