There is an irony,
A disaster of worldwide symphony
Of a generation so pent-up
That deep feelings are locked up
You see them daily on the streets
Smiling like their hopes are complete
But look beyond those boisterous smiles
And you'll see a heart ever so hostile
Suffering and smiling,
They say all is well.
But deep down, they're crying,
Bitter and unwell.
If that's the case for you, O my friend
Don't do it alone, this is not the end.
A new world is coming, things will get better
Confide in someone. Accept an helper.