Hello Mother, hello Father.

Tragedy through the eyes of your parents,
the day that you figured it out.
Cyclic stories were left in the dust,
as you learned to shake it up, twist, and to shout.
Talkin 'bout your generation,
is simple, as you gave birth to mine.
Now we pinpoint our views,
good-bye dazed and confused,
watch our clear heads create the divine.
Don't worry that we've not risen up sooner,
even 'til now, all our lessons were rushed.
God perfected his vision, through a conscious collision,
with an intelligent youth he could trust.
Now as we lose excess fears,
pent up anger and rage,
He'll give us a verse to reassure meaning.
It will ring through all ears,
and make each headline page,
while all our demons disappear, silently screaming.
Make way for the angels, as they manifest now,
inside yourself, and the whole human race.
We've got this, I swear, but thanks for leading the way.
Yes we who know Love, will stomp on the ground
and plead for a loving God's sake.
Quaking the Earth, 'til our desires are met,
the fall of dark suits, as we shine in the light
of what hasn't come yet.