GSTPTN

We are the children lost within the deepest forest 

Born in and raised , but since 94'felt like a tourist

sang in the chorus neither aboriginal or an immigrant,

imminence, the feeling of failure and dissapointment 

appointed the hopes and every dream of our fam 

sign our lives away and realize its not our hand

writing, reciting their mantra and philosophy 

possibly, we have our own ideas,we could be 

the ones to change the world

but we are chained to the world

inevitably we will be the ones to see our own demise

either in our death's wake or in another's eyes 

or in another's eyes 

we see our own pain within one another's eyes

windows to the soul, but the frame and glass shattered

body clothed, but bruised and battered 

does it matter? 

does it matter to you?