The War of an American Teen
A horn waking their souls,
A routine zero six hundred,
Both set with goals,
Every day he dreads,
An American teen,
A common soldier,
Not heard just seen,
Both, just names in a folder,
They go through it all,
Yet they push to achieve,
To break the wall,
Society’s ever changing weave,
Very underestimated we are,
For both, is one of the same,
Fighting an ever changing war,
Yet,
this
never
ending
game,
How do we solve these feats?
A question that many wonder,
For the drum still beats,
The cannons still sunder,
Does society listen?
To these “little problems”,
The awards glisten,
What lies beneath them?
A student a soldier,
For we are both of these things,
A fire that grows older,
In scripted like the artist’s inks,
But
How
Does
One
Help?
We have to learn,
We have to show that respect,
We have to yearn,
To never neglect,
To always see,
To always listen,
That there was once glee,
In the eyes of a lost generation,
All they need is a little help,
To know that we care,
To rally oneself,
To see their voices aren’t just air,
An American teen,
A common soldier,
Never heard, just seen,
Both, just names in a folder
A horn waking their souls,
A routine zero six hundred,
Both set with goals,
Every day he dreads,
An American teen,
A common soldier,
Not heard just seen,
Both, just names in a folder,
They go through it all,
Yet they push to achieve,
To break the wall,
Society’s ever changing weave,
Very underestimated we are,
For both, is one of the same,
Fighting an ever changing war,
Yet,
this
never
ending
game,
How do we solve these feats?
A question that many wonder,
For the drum still beats,
The cannons still sunder,
Does society listen?
To these “little problems”,
The awards glisten,
What lies beneath them?
A student a soldier,
For we are both of these things,
A fire that grows older,
In scripted like the artist’s inks,
But
How
Does
One
Help?
We have to learn,
We have to show that respect,
We have to yearn,
To never neglect,
To always see,
To always listen,
That there was once glee,
In the eyes of a lost generation,
All they need is a little help,
To know that we care,
To rally oneself,
To see their voices aren’t just air,
An American teen,
A common soldier,
Never heard, just seen,
Both, just names in a folder