When did things become so hard
We felt we had no choice?
When did we stop dreaming
And forget we have a voice?
Has life become so difficult
That we resort to self-inflicted pain?
Has the sunlight become so absent
That we are always in the rain?
Why do we feel so lonely
When surrounded by our friends?
Why do we feel like life is a war
In which the conflict never ends?
How did all our problems
Just slip between the cracks?
And how on earth are we supposed
To bring the fallen back?
It happens everyday
Yet we refuse to see the signs
Is this really the way we want
Our generation to be defined?
So will we just ignore it
And let it go unseen?
If so then what about those already lost
Just what did their lives mean?