Children of Our Future

The bills are piling up

The rock is to heavy to carry anymore

The stress, the anger builds up.

The walls and floors start to shake when you slam your hands down.

Children of Our Future

The voice comes from down deep below

I can't do this anymore.

The walls and floors shake

The children of our future.

The children are not mine anyway

I can not do this anymore.

The whole house, not just the walls and floor shake with the slamming of the door while you walk away.

The children of our future!