My Angel, My Child your Future

Across the great devide of generations

You sit mad at every nation

We have left you a mess, your future forboding

If only our love could ease you into the unknowing

 

Organic is in and we are all out

Money no object, but witout there is doubt

Where are you going, what is for you out there

I sit at night and watch you sleeep, nothing I can share

 

The furture is yours, as screwy as it seams

We only hope it helps you find your greatest dreams

Your future in doubt, but your spirit in tact

Please God give all that will heal, and all that we lack

 

Author's Note

a few glasses of wine in.. but here none the same.. take it for granted that I am insane