Mourning Skies

Generation Of Change

We will look back
On our generation
We will see that we had
No destination

We still are unequal
We are unfree
We are caged like birds
Blinded so we can't see

We are lead to our demise
And kept content in ignorance
What we don't know won't kill us?
How about your incompetence?

I may be one
But I find there are many
Who will rise up
This is the start of anarchy

We are untamed flames
We will not be controlled
Not by officers with badges
Nor the back-handed scold

Revolution has never been peaceful
We will fight, we'll spill blood
But, by god, we will not
Be pushed back in the mud

I hope you're not afraid
Of storms, my friend
This generation is a hurricane
That will cause your end

We will not be remembered
For not making a change
Stand up as one
And we'll light a fire on this range

I will not be
A face in the crowd
I will stand tall
My head up proud

Even if my voice shakes
That I can guarantee
But if I do not speak
Change is not what I will see

Standing idly by
Will not get my message sent
I will not apologize
We will not repent!