Youth Of The Nation
[from album Satellite, by P.O.D.]
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
'Cause I didn't kiss my Mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my Pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Land Of The Blind
[from album Struggle, by Six Feet Deep]
In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king
The masses buy the lie, and swallow everything.
But if ever entered such a man with eyes of a pair,
would he rule the land as new found king?
Or would he be...
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists,
Hit by flying, blind arrows.
In the mind of a child, the line's thin between right and wrong.
But give it time, I'm sure things will change before long
But if ever child grows up strong, with a mind of his own,
will he sing out loud the blind man's song?
or will he be...
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists,
Hit by flying, blind arrows.
For Your sake, I'll endure this.
Now I lay these broken arrows at Your feet,
take them from me, see the blind man on his knees.
In the land of the blind, I can't seem to find my place.
For so long I've closed my eyes,
and hoped no one feels the tears on my face.
But if ever I arrive one day, with throat dry as sand,
will you greet me with a warm embrace?
or will I be...
Hit by a thousand stones,
backed by two thousand angry fists,
Hit by flying, blind arrows.
Release
[from album Struggle, by Six Feet Deep]
You found me broken,
in a place called misery.
You found me full of hatred,
yet empty.
With all the trophies,
of the path I chose,
hung around my neck,
like shackles.
Though my blood fermented,
by this blackened heart,
Your hand stretched out to me,
asking nothing.
You healed my sickness,
You cured my disease,
You brought salvation,
You brought release.
You know where I came from,
You know what I'd be,
if You hadn't saved me,
sacred, broken tree.
Deserving of nothing,
guilty of all,
You gave me everything,
You didn't let me fall.
And though I don't understand You,
why You value me,
I'm forever grateful,
for Your mercy.
And though I thought the pain,
the pain would never cease,
You brought redemption,
You brought release.
There Is A Treason At Sea
[from album Supernatural, by DC Talk]
I am solo in this world of water
Only the tip of a sunrise visible
Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes
I crave this freedom
I find it only in this little ship
Just my soul and this bread and butter
I am comfortable
But there is a treason at sea
Is it me?
It is a wonder, supernatural cover of war
The dark ones who eternal in damnation grow
Set about me now
How they whine and crow
I am solo
In this world of wet
And bitter is my temperament
I close the door to sentiment
And I relish all my youth
I realize that I am doomed
Fear of love and fear of you
But you give me the keys to paradise
It is you who sympathize
You and your perfection grow
I am cradled in your ocean's throw
I crave your freedom in this little ship
For you alone can chart my trip
And like these waves I lose my grip
And I sink into your arms.
The Paradox Of Our Age
[author unknown]
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much,
smoke too much,
spend too recklessly,
laugh too little,
drive too fast,
get too angry too quickly,
stay up too late,
get up too tired,
read too seldom,
watch TV too much,
and discuss too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;
We've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice;
We write more, but learn less;
Plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait;
We have higher incomes; but lower morals;
More food but less appeasement;
More acquaintances, but fewer friends;
More effort but less success.
We build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
Tall men, and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
More leisure and less fun;
More kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
We have fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips,
disposable diapers,
throwaway morality,
one-night stands,
overweight bodies,
and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet,
to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window
and nothing in the stockroom.
