Last Generation

We are the children.

The last generation.

You’d be surprised what we’ll do,

just to cause a sensation.

Burning with rage,

at the lack of respect.

Hiding behind

the walls we erect.

It’s hard to believe

this generation will last.

Life in this lane

is moving too fast.

We’re all growing older

and moving away.

Our memories of youth

are beginning to fray.

We’re all laughing.

But we’re much too loud.

And all our hopes and our dreams

are getting lost in the crowd.

We’re calling out a name,

we’re not really sure who’s.

We don’t care if we win.

But we’ll die if we lose.