Lost Souls

Born in to this world

Without a care for oneself

Is that how we enter this void?

There are questions asked

But so many answers passed

And we learn how to avoid 

We are the lost children

We are the lost souls

A generation on the brink

A generation in the clink

There are clouds passing 

The sky is clearing through

And are they speaking of me?

Standing there in lost time

There appears a darkness here

So why can they not be free?

We are the lost children 

We are the lost souls 

A generation of the future

A generation in a stupor 

They lie here waiting in vain 

Even if they opened their hearts

Would we see what's inside?

These are some of the questions

In which they have learned to hide

Unhinged is how they survive 

We are the lost children 

We are the lost souls 

A generation stuck in time

A generation of the mind

Liam Young