Ruins

We’re older

We’re elders of all this to come

From fathers to sons to new fathers

To teach them the future by seeing the past of all those before us

We raise them

We raise what we sow, we must fear it

Cause we have been drawing their future

We need to fear all we teach them

Or they all fall down

I’m an outcome

Of the fears of the fathers before me

Subjective, the truth that we stand for

These cultural matters we die for

With hope I pray, that I can make a difference in this dark world

To make up the hurts that I spread once

To end with my crosses forgiven. In my children’s arms

And I fell time is not on our side now

Yet all those I wish for are with me

Afraid I’ll be a thought left forgotten

Removed from the hearts of my loved ones

I live in submission

Of the fear to leave my children

Left to be forgotten

I don’t want to die

An outcome

Of fears of the fathers we are now

Subjective, the truth that we fought for

Man made, the truth that we’ve killed for

In silence I dream that we did make a difference for the new world

To make up the hurts that we spread once

To end with our crosses forgiven. In our children’s arms

When silenced, we left them only ruins

We left them a past without answers

We were the lessons they never learned

We may all fall down