7 December 1998
The Children Of The Now

An escape from the reality
Forced upon to age
An escape from responsibility
Or the freedom of my rage

Anything, anytime
No need to justify
These words I write are mine alone
Am I alone,
Am I?

At night I hear her spirit cry.
-Who helps the ones who can’t be saved?-
I hear her in the darkness now
And her cries haunt my days.
The innocence of her childhood
Was lost within the horror
But still I survive in this game we’ve come to hate.

They say the young are fearless
Have I grown old before my time?
I loved once or maybe more
Does that make my life a crime?

Alone in the shadows of past memories
Today’s manifestations
Are too complex to see
So the lack of understanding
Turns to a disrespect
And still we are blamed for the silent rebellion
Which has been forced upon us
By those who claim to be ‘of age’.

Guilt for our sins
Our reactions to the days
That you say are long gone
But for which you expect us to pay
Our allowance has been cut
But we are not like you
We will never be like you.
We cry in the darkness
But you happily stole our light
Times are changing
And you can’t see
That the tears we shed for our sanity
Are our only silent plea
For the lives you stole from us.

We are not like you
We will never be like you
No more paying for your sins
No guilt for your crime
We live for ourselves
In this land borrowed from us
We shall redeem the past
And we will plan for the future
We shall reclaim our souls
We are the children of the now.