We are but just the young’uns
Small paws in the craters of old
History paid for our stories
And we frivolously spend our gold
We erase our fathers & mentors
The arrogant insolence of youth
The path that we walk on before us
We rebuild with a fraction of truth
We criticise, tarnish and blame
It’s so easy to misconstrue.
The ease of your very existence
Breeds the strength that you’ve yet to pursue
The columns, the backbone, your house
Rest on the shoulders of those who are nameless
Yet the ones who still stand and remain
You point at with judgment, it’s shameless
I hurt for the souls that were lost
Who fought for this life and through battle
We stare in the mouths of gift horses
As we herd our opinions like cattle
And as our fathers & mothers pass on
Our flames will carry on burning
But carry the flame,
don’t snuff & relight
To create your own version of hurting
You cry fire whilst holding a candle,
You’re blinded by the light?
These empty attempts. The guise of a victim
And your days will turn to night.