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!
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