As clouds move in,
A fight begins,
Inside my heart,
Is where it starts,
I see old faces,
Chained to dark places,
Those who swore they would be better,
Those who believed they would hold their families together.
I see dead lives,
That can’t arise,
Fractures in their foundations,
They have destroyed their land with false sensations,
They do what they have learned from this so called life,
Stripped down by loveless fathers of abandonment and strife,
They yell and scream but can’t seem to move,
A generation that desperately wants to disprove,
The mistakes of the former one,
Yet they are bound by roots that make them run.
God have mercy, raise up your sons,
Teach them to face what they have become!
God have mercy,
Raise up our men,
Show them the cycle can be fixed once again.
God have mercy
Raise them up like you did for your son,
It is only by your power
we can change what has been done.
By; Sabina Nicole