My legs are shaking,
they tremble so slight
My feet are aching,
all through the night
We lay there waiting,
for the natural light
And anticipating,
our next days fight.
The War of ‘oh four…
A war to change trends,
and forget the styles
Neglect the majority;
Just for a while.
We leave them alone,
And search for the child
Whose ideals are strong
And imagination is wild.
We search for a kid who
Will not be phased by TV
A kid who can read &
Write ideas, so fluently
A child to teach us,
Be a mentor and guide
Take us into make believe
A safer place we can hide.
Dodge the bullets of “cool”
And the traps of “pop culture”
Adapt to imagination
And fight the future.
We wish for our destiny
But if it comes, will we see it?
Will a new messiah come?
Will this new child be it?
His expression so unique;
style unphased by the norm
This kids doing a rain dance
For his own Brain-Storm.
As he age’s he’ll lose respect
and they'll call him crazy..
but, he hasn’t lost his mind..
He’s just settin' it free…
He’ll drop out of school
Fail his science and math
But he’ll gain so much knowledge
Cause he set his own path.
tryin to shake the rust off...