Fifteen

Define the great lines,
the reality of you and me.
How can we decide our future,
if we cannot see?
Our blind inequity,
has led us astray.
To hate, to greed, to war,
we need you to lead the way.

We lay down our lives,
to the one who lost his.

It seems we are always mourning,
the death of a teen.
We are land of walking dead,
kept alive by caffeine.
What happened to life worth living,
what happened to raw love?
Are we alone in this search,
for the man above?

We lay down our lives,
to the one who lost his.