They See Number the years ago Living our parents making Aggravations flowed Of that world we weren’t taking Yearning for life would show Changes of our own staking Through our seed to sow Status-quot we were shaking empty dreams Was a time for aspiration’s, hope was shared We glared at our world anew Ignoring consequences as we dared To seek out our own term for truth Knowing it would be hard Fighting an uphill battle Corporate canard Lied disguised in its shadow’s clever schemes As the clock and darkness covered treasured days Inflamed by that fear of truth Enslaved our heart amid its cave still craved To trade money’s rung for our youth Children are here this day Witness of failures sorrow Deep within their craves It’s our progeny’s ‘morrow So why should we try to see Children of our awakenings It’s their earth to be Our mistakes, selfish makings We’re rich; children’s achings Our cookings children’s bakings They see © 2009, Will Fiala
