The Modern Generation

We've been praying
Devout as we are
We've been wishing
That there will come an hour

In our hands we hold
Little beads, a cross
Since young we've been told
To please our Big Boss

As I open my eyes
I end the rite and see
What has become of us
Who once was said to be

There's a question on my mind
A powerhouse, are we?
We promised those around
We might've spoken bluntly

The time before they've ruined
Could it ever be undone?
Our names today are stained
Can we work today as one?

Today, we are still waiting
For new hope to arise
Onto ourselves looking
We will win the prize

We are the modern generation
We are not a few
I call for our action
We can make things new

My notes: this is supposed to be related to the Philippine's social structure today. I hope I get the "feel".

Youth and Hopes

17 years of age, that's the peak age. The peak of childishness, when they can still say that you're too young. I'm 17 by the way.

I've always thought that I was lucky 'cos I'm still 17, that I have a bright future ahead of me. But those thoughts eroded when something in my life happened. I just couldn't keep up, I couldn't let go. I told myself that I was wrong. I realized that my future's bleak and that maybe I'll be taking a dark path like it was innevitable. I thought that I could skip darkness and struggles in this stage of life, but it seems like it caught me empty-handed, unprepared. I'm a victim, a dead body of a crime. I couldn't escape it's sting, I thought. At first I thought that I could make it, but now everything I am is falling apart and I can feel it inside aching...

I need to wake up again, and remember who I am. I should remember my name, and the reason why I'm here. I once had a purpose, but I know it's not yet gone. It'll never be gone, it'll never be too late. I'll rise up once again 'cos I know 'tis's just a dream. Awake from my slumber, feel the fire's ember. Most of all, to see you once again...