Being born in one small year, <br />Waking up one hundred years later, <br />Wondering were we came and went to, <br />Lost in the limbo of life, <br /> <br />Now we stand thinking of the past, <br />Living out the things we had, <br />One looking for substance, <br />One looking for love, <br />All of us hateing the reflection in front of us, <br /> <br />Our generation is lost in the shadows now, <br />Hiding firom the lies in our life, <br />Waiting for our saviour to save us, <br />We march on with fear of death.<br /><br />James Trent<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-the-future/
