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Youth Of The Nation
[from album Satellite, by P.O.D.]
	Last day of the rest of my life
	I wish I would've known
	'Cause I didn't kiss my Mama goodbye

	I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
	Or thank my Pops for all the talks
	And all the wisdom he shared

	Unaware, I just did what I always do
	Everyday, the same routine
	Before I skate off to school

	But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
	Instead of taking a test
	I took two to the chest

	Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
	Everybody was running
	But I couldn't hear nothing

	Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
	I don't really know this kid
	Even though I sit by him in class

	Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
	Or maybe for a moment
	He forgot who he was
	Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
	Whatever it was
	I know it's because

	We are, We are, the youth of the nation

	Little Suzy, she was only twelve
	She was given the world
	With every chance to excel

	Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
	She might act kind of proud
	But no respect for herself

	She finds love in all the wrong places
	The same situations
	Just different faces

	Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
	Too bad he never told her
	She deserved much better

	We are, We are, the youth of the nation

	Johnny boy always played the fool
	He broke all the rules
	So you would think he was cool

	He was never really one of the guys
	No matter how hard he tried
	Often thought of suicide

	It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
	He put his life to an end
	They might remember him then

	You cross the line and there's no turning back
	Told the world how he felt
	With the sound of a gat

	We are, We are, the youth of the nation

	Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
	No matter what you say
	It don't take away the pain

	That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
	Don't nobody know why
	It's the blind leading the blind

	I guess that's the way the story goes
	Will it ever make sense
	Somebody's got to know

	There's got to be more to life than this
	There's got to be more to everything
	I thought exists

	We are, We are, the youth of the nation

Land Of The Blind
[from album Struggle, by Six Feet Deep]
	In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king
	The masses buy the lie, and swallow everything.
	But if ever entered such a man with eyes of a pair,
	would he rule the land as new found king?
	Or would he be...

	Hit by a thousand stones,
	backed by two thousand angry fists,
	Hit by flying, blind arrows.

	In the mind of a child, the line's thin between right and wrong.
	But give it time, I'm sure things will change before long
	But if ever child grows up strong, with a mind of his own,
	will he sing out loud the blind man's song?
	or will he be...

	Hit by a thousand stones,
	backed by two thousand angry fists,
	Hit by flying, blind arrows.

	For Your sake, I'll endure this.
	Now I lay these broken arrows at Your feet,
	take them from me, see the blind man on his knees.
	In the land of the blind, I can't seem to find my place.
	For so long I've closed my eyes,
	and hoped no one feels the tears on my face.

	But if ever I arrive one day, with throat dry as sand,
	will you greet me with a warm embrace?
	or will I be...

	Hit by a thousand stones,
	backed by two thousand angry fists,
	Hit by flying, blind arrows.

[from album Struggle, by Six Feet Deep]
	You found me broken,
	in a place called misery.
	You found me full of hatred,
	yet empty.
	With all the trophies,
	of the path I chose,
	hung around my neck,
	like shackles.

	Though my blood fermented,
	by this blackened heart,
	Your hand stretched out to me,
	asking nothing.
	You healed my sickness,
	You cured my disease,
	You brought salvation,
	You brought release.

	You know where I came from,
	You know what I'd be,
	if You hadn't saved me,
	sacred, broken tree.
	Deserving of nothing,
	guilty of all,
	You gave me everything,
	You didn't let me fall.

	And though I don't understand You,
	why You value me,
	I'm forever grateful,
	for Your mercy.
	And though I thought the pain,
	the pain would never cease,
	You brought redemption,
	You brought release.

There Is A Treason At Sea
[from album Supernatural, by DC Talk]
	I am solo in this world of water
	Only the tip of a sunrise visible
	Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes

	I crave this freedom
	I find it only in this little ship
	Just my soul and this bread and butter
	I am comfortable

	But there is a treason at sea
	Is it me?
	It is a wonder, supernatural cover of war
	The dark ones who eternal in damnation grow
	Set about me now
	How they whine and crow

	I am solo
	In this world of wet
	And bitter is my temperament
	I close the door to sentiment
	And I relish all my youth

	I realize that I am doomed
	Fear of love and fear of you
	But you give me the keys to paradise
	It is you who sympathize

	You and your perfection grow
	I am cradled in your ocean's throw
	I crave your freedom in this little ship
	For you alone can chart my trip
	And like these waves I lose my grip
	And I sink into your arms.

The Paradox Of Our Age
[author unknown]
	We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
	wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
	we spend more, but have less;
	we buy more, but enjoy it less.

	We have bigger houses and smaller families;
	more conveniences, but less time;
	we have more degrees, but less sense;
	more knowledge, but less judgment;
	more experts, but more problems;
	more medicine, but less wellness.

	We drink too much,
	smoke too much,
	spend too recklessly,
	laugh too little,
	drive too fast,
	get too angry too quickly,
	stay up too late,
	get up too tired,
	read too seldom,
	watch TV too much,
	and discuss too seldom.
	We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
	We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
	We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;
	We've added years to life, not life to years.
	We've been all the way to the moon and back,
	but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
	We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;
	We've done larger things, but not better things.
	We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
	We've split the atom, but not our prejudice;
	We write more, but learn less;
	Plan more, but accomplish less.
	We've learned to rush, but not to wait;
	We have higher incomes; but lower morals;
	More food but less appeasement;
	More acquaintances, but fewer friends;
	More effort but less success.

	We build more computers to hold more information,
	to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
	We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

	These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
	Tall men, and short character;
	Steep profits, and shallow relationships.

	These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
	More leisure and less fun;
	More kinds of food, but less nutrition.

	These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
	We have fancier houses, but broken homes.
	These are days of quick trips,
	disposable diapers,
	throwaway morality,
	one-night stands,
	overweight bodies,
	and pills that do everything from cheer,
	to quiet,
	to kill.

	It is a time when there is much in the show window
	and nothing in the stockroom.
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