Loss of my Child (Just Listen)

A child of this generation
Is a soldier by heart
Lives a life of darkness
And this is where it starts

World War 3 has begun
A cold war amongst society
Our children are falling
Lost in our propriety

Everything I utter; everything I do
You twist and bend, distort and shape
Just to make it right for you

The meaning of age is to coach and to learn
To give and be given; to desire; to yearn
My heart shatters when you march out that door
Yet I let you go, for this is not war
These are our days, our memories, our nights
Our struggles, our problems, our fits and our fights

I see you fail; let you make your mistakes
I hope in time you shall find your way
I wipe my tears, push away my pain
For you are my child; my loss is your gain

And so I stand as your beacon, against the dark sky
I shall stand here forever
In hope; Here, as your light