What Will My Generation Be Known As...

and as the wind starts to blow I never will never ever know who will be the one to show up to represent the populations and as clouds go overhead I kindly hear what they said promising to feed us bread but give it to other nations and as raindrops hit my window sill I hope I can get my fill of liberty and free will and truthful realizations and as the thunder hits I gather all my wits to make a stand against it but I have no relations as the storm starts to end I try to make amends with the political friends who hand out accusations who is it that makes a stand and pull up all our hands uniting people of the land with freedom as a destination all men should be equal here but that not the case I fear who will be the one to steer us out of desperation then through breaks the sun promising us someone who may get the job done and hopefully meet our expectations the beams of light cover us all and we promise not to fall and hopefully someone hears the call of our voiceless generation