Counterculture

We are young and try to be, Independent and free. Got the world beneath our feet, they took our innocence to keep. These the men of old, who swapped their hearts for shining gold. Now they try to steal our souls to wrap around their brittle bones. Locked in chambers made of stone, their children they beg to play alone. Wrapped up tight in broken ropes, they pray for guns instead of hope. But we found love, we will thrive, despite the lies that you deny. And we will end what you begun. Turn our backs onto the sun. We run through the night fighting for our sacrificial right. And we howl to the moon, like it is what we were born to do. And when we hear the gypsy's chant, we stand up tall and dance. When the sun begins to rise, we bow our heads and close our eyes. Because we are young and try to be, independent and free.