Their Start Is Our Ending
We are torn and tattered
Broken down and battered
Time is a two edge sword
The back cut's no reward
They are young and naive
With hopes to win and achieve
Lost chance missed connections
Front slice lacks corrections
We stand bound and willing
Sacrafice for living
Hands as strong as leather
Strengthend by harsh weather
They see the storm coming
Unsure of the learning
Guided to higher ground
Look down to what they found
Take my wisdom
And your youth to be sewn
The best of both worlds
That we may never known
The chain will remain
We hear the confessions
Give in to concessions
Compromise is pending
Advice we are sending
Bleed with sharp incissions
Rising to revissions
Survive in defending
Their start is our ending
Take my wisdom
And your youth to be sewn
The best of both worlds
That we may never known
The chain will remain