A tear from a boy.
Will he be proud to wave the flag one day?
(Symbolism can't convey)
A mother cries.
Will she be able to fill her needs?
(Patriotism cannot feed)
Break through the shelter
Of a rotten perfect Earth.
A flower reached to the heavens
Create a revolution
To bring back yesterday.
Blossomed fool to lead the way.
You won't let me live
You'd rather see me die
What am I worth to you?
Another alibi.
So the story goes.
Wll, I can see inside.
What are you worth to me?
My honor and my pride.
A slave to the system.
A wrench in the machine.
(Forefathers forgotten)
Rising in the distance.
From seeds of discontent we are born
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