Kids with guns, bombs exploding,
The world is hanging on the edge of reason.
Logic and wisdom sitting there molding,
All we know of is war, no peace!
People lying, crying, committing acts of treason.
Will this horrid war ever cease?
How many voices must go unheard,
Before we finally see the blindness of this world.
Faces come mangled, backs all scourged.
Soldiers, our children see every day.
Minds deranged and all wisdom is whirled,
Sins of our fathers and hopes of the future here they lay.
We reach out to grasp a hope slowly fleeting,
A hope that our sons and daughters may see tomorrow.
A hero that would put an end to all this bleeding.
Future so far accumulates in the tyranny of a corrupt generation,
Never to see the sun only to hear the sorrow,
Hope for a hero penetrating the fabric of our consolation
Fireworks, balloons we celebrate our victory,
At the cost of millions of lives serving.
Who will stand on the roofs to tell their story?
Who will see past this eery calm that clouds our minds?
We all see the truth but never try learning,
So instead we escape ourselves with the help of blinds.
There's more then this eery calm,
Jesus come be the center of it all.
Come and hold me in your palm,
Hold my hopes, dreams and aspirations.
Come like You promised when I fall,
Save me now from this desolation.
You are the hero we are all waiting for,
Jesus save us from this vicious blood shed.
From this generation trying to leave us poor.
Jesus come burn a passion beyond this strife,
So that when all is done and said,
You will be in the center of our life.
By Aimee R.M. Condon
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