Generacion

In all the years
Of a million lives
Counting forth
To unending lies
No blame is taken
When death's aplenty
Spearing through
A heart that's empty
Unwaivering trust
In fragile hands
Easily broken
To shifting sands
The desert changes
From hot to cold
We are so few
So young and old
Taken from
Innocence bosom
Into the cold
Of relentless wisdom
Our eyes are opened
Opened wide
Seering through
The frightened eye
Clinging fast
To hands of Fate
Only to Love
Before we Hate