To Our Parents
With desert coming on and your lives floating past the bend
You look behind to justify the river's muddy trend
The sun that's beating harder down through separating clouds
The sky that's getting wispier as people turn to crowds
We've fallen so far from the mountain top we taste the sea
And water you can drink like hope may soon no longer be
The future love you promised us has turned us all to dreams
And being children made us wonder what that really means.
What can we hope for that could rise and lift us over all?
The dreams used up as all your waking nightmares cast their pall
The weight - what God, the weight - as the river rushes on
And children gasp for air instead of moving towards the dawn.
Perhaps the sunset will be long and maybe even pretty
And maybe we can find a way to build a shining city
But never will our morning brightly stretch across the sky
And never will the light glow soft as sunrise passing by.
You told us to be stars and then you buried us as seeds
And you hate us for not satisfying the darkness's old needs
It may be true that seeds aren't really such bad things to be
But when you plant a star, you get ash and not a tree.