Generation X

I sit down lost in thought
I have an idea to save them
but id rather not
their lives are like a gem

Always being fought over
tossed around like a toy
a chance is what they didn’t give her
they speak like a young boy

I watch as the world around me
comes crumbling down
there’s no longer much to see
in this miserable town

I no longer try to save them
I've given up the fight
their lives aren’t as precious as a gem
what a terrible sight

I open my eyes to see nothing good
I see no talent in the crowd
I don’t want to help, even thought I should
not even in the distance I can hear a happy sound

I search and search
for what is right
but what I find makes me lurch
what a terrible sight

Nothing happy, all things sad
a generation gone to waste
nothing good, everything bad
What a terrible taste

The battle has been won
but not by met
he world wont be any better for my son
what will he be?

A monster
so cruel
a teacher
a tool

I sit down lost in thought
I have and idea to save them
but id rather not
their lives are like a gem