Young war

The kids without borders are drawing the line
They do not sit and waste their damn time
for old men have lost them
and old women shunned them away
For tommorows the future and it seems brighter today

The men with the guns are backing away
For the children are unhappy and whisk them away
They are throwing their dreams and all their fantasies
As the elders weakly counter with a "this is how its gotta be"
For this elder needs war is not what its gonna be
And the young they fight for what is nothing