Next Gen

We’re bursting through the caked mud

Flowers screaming in triumph as the world comes into view

Air as fresh and clean cut as the perspective

Of bright eyes staring into a brand new sky

We beat on our chests, marching down the same path but never in unison

Thousands of feet drowning the cries of the outdated and frustrated.

We step over the graves of old ideals, never with a breath of disrespect on our lips

Only marching toward a new beginning, unknown but not to be feared

To gather at the place we started and together become a united front

To create the future we hold in our hearts and see in our collective mind

Beating the same

Thick and heavy with breath like fire

We speak loudly not to quiet those before us

You scratch your heads

We scratch our names into the Earth

To let it be known that we were here

And we changed

And we mattered.