Rediscovery

Old eyes have grown tired
of the society sun
Old eyes wont pick up
the phone to hear our words
when the old eyes
make their sweet surrender
we're the new blood
the world's waiting for us

Our restless lives seem so out of place
but sometimes we feel we're the only ones down to earth
and everybody is anywhere else
but here
We have no promised land to look for,
we end up finding treasures
inside us.
We hate the same way we love
but we can't love the same people we hate.
We fear what can become our inner battles
yet we hope for another person's victory.

Old eyes will always be on top of us
“for our own sake”
Insisting to change our ways
and fade into the crowd
If we haven't learned how to wear masks
of the common and old
our blood is new and it will forever be –
Then
Why should we let them take away the identity
That a whole teenage life was spent to build?

The world expects from us
the new blood
to
dream and
wake
to
remember and
ease the pain
to
feel, to mourn, to plea
and break
the molds
to
live, die and
resuscitate
… in the same world...
now
rediscovered.