Generational

Grouped around a table, drinks in hand Smoke swirling thru the air as we sit Try to talk the midnight heavens down With our own brand of bullcrap Dreams are spoken, truths are told Striving to hold on to the innocence of childhood Fears on the table, we all sweat Not feeling like we think we should Ten years ago it was fairytales Realitys double edged sword cut someof us deep We either broke down or broke free Backed away from the ledge or took the leap Consequences follows actions Hearthache and tears follow lies Laughter follows peace and love Often failure follows try Is this our generation? Is this all we really got? Shoulda, coulda, woulda The fooling ourselves has gotta stop Whether college graduate Or blue collar eight to five Don't give up, lift that chin up It's up to us to keep the dream alive!