American Situation

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1. Stand Tall
Childhood dawned so bright,
It all seemed so right;
So sure, so pure, so lacking in wrath,
Yet as the years pass, few stay true to their path,
As it slides away,
Adolescence looms near and you fear,
To be one of the few who stay afloat,
In these days of straight to the throat
When at last you reach the end,
There will be only bars around that bend.

To hold you in or others out,
That’s what life is all about,
You should have built a road to connect your peers,
To stay in touch,
to ease their fears,
Instead you use your friends as a crutch,
To bolster stories without any capacity,
Such voracity,
Drives them away from these dark halls,
And as the skies begin to fall,
All that remain are broken dreams, but you still stand tall.

Stand tall
hold your head up high
never let them see you cry
Looking around, all that was bright before has fallen in spite,
Some turn to fight change, and are hewn down,
Others embrace change and go on to brown,
You need do neither, as your path is set, a good school, a growing pool,
So much rests on our children’s chests, who’s to say we should regulate their way,
Why not let them have the choice to use their voice,
Instead the growing theme is for parents to live vicariously through their teen.

To hold you in or others out,
That’s what life is all about,
You should have built a road to connect your peers,
To stay in touch, to ease their fears,
Instead you use your friends as a crutch,
To bolster stories without any capacity,
Such voracity,
Pushes them away from these dark halls,
And as the skies begin to fall,
All that remain are broken dreams, but you still stand tall.

Stand tall, hold your head up high,
Never let them see you cry,
You’ve made it trough these tough times,
You survived the churning tides,
That defeated the rest,
Walking tall, you hold to your chest,
All the fun you could have had,
If the world were just, instead of violating your trust.

They made you go to church all these years,
Despite that it brought you to tears,
To see so many give up their souls,
To appease a disease with so many controls.

To hold you in or others out,
That’s what life is all about,
You should have built a road to connect your peers,
To stay in touch, to ease their fears,
Instead you use you friends as a crutch,
To bolster stories without any capacity,
Such voracity,
Pushes them away from these dark halls,
And as the skies begin to fall,
All that remain are broken dreams,
But YOU STILL STAND TALL.