Born in to this world
Without a care for oneself
Is that how we enter this void?
There are questions asked
But so many answers passed
And we learn how to avoid
We are the lost children
We are the lost souls
A generation on the brink
A generation in the clink
There are clouds passing
The sky is clearing through
And are they speaking of me?
Standing there in lost time
There appears a darkness here
So why can they not be free?
We are the lost children
We are the lost souls
A generation of the future
A generation in a stupor
They lie here waiting in vain
Even if they opened their hearts
Would we see what's inside?
These are some of the questions
In which they have learned to hide
Unhinged is how they survive
We are the lost children
We are the lost souls
A generation stuck in time
A generation of the mind
Liam Young
