they never trusted us
the underdogs, the youth
because we can't handle the truth
our voices left unheard because what do we know
and our parents ignore that one day we will go
because that means the chick is now a bird
flying through the world
and why should we give something more to the children?
what would they do with the truth?
would they try to improve
and all the fakes
but we know nothing because that's a part of growing up
they let our innocents grow
until we glow, brighter than any star
and one day it will be shattered
because we learn about a tattered piece of cloth
worn by a mother who killed her own flock
slaves with shackles so thick
that their time begins to tick faster and faster
we learned about the twin towers
and everything collapsed with it
but they never trusted us because it's just another part of growing up.