God bless the youth of our generation
Who keeps on screaming and shouting
With cardboards on their abraded and metal fists
Walking through muds of our beloved executives
Standing tall with their bare feet
Rip the notices from their alma maters
To rip the blindfolds in everyone's fuzzy eyes
Talking words which can't be heard
God bless the youth of our generation
That run like wolves in the wilderness
Running through the three-piece-hunters
Facing them though they have their guns
God bless the youth of our dear land
Who keeps hoping for a stairway to heaven
Just to ask Him why do they have to suffer like this
Risk everything to have an answer
And God bless the youth of our country
Who fears nothing but keeps on losing
Trying chances for a room for change
Though freedom is a lottery
BINABASA MO ANG
Seventeen (poems & lyrics)
PuisiBeing at the years before legal age is somehow monumental. At this phase in life, you'd know how it feels like to be the happiest person that you will ever be. But you never end there, you would eventually get hurt because what you thought would hap...
