the kids here are in trouble
playing with fire with clinging youth;
they burn down a building of 'hope'
oh their souls lie under the rubble
with lipstick smiles and broken promises
they carry their selves with carelessness;
a scream places itself on deaf ears
a crowd watch them fall
if you are to come across the broken revolution,
do not give them a hug they do not need
your words do not matter to the hopeless
if you are to come across the broken revolution,
say a prayer
and leave
