Imagine Dragons – Children of the Sky – Lyrics

Related:

Art Collection of An End Times “Edgelord” Sage

But here’s some other great lyrics, poems, quotes, speeches, and other words I have found moving and wanted to collect:

Insightful:

Any songs by Destiny Lab – They seem to know almost as much as my entire archive, given their lyrics –

Mournful

Mr Bond – Where’d you Go
At The Chapel of Baby Rose.
Big Pharma—Define ‘Better’ by Chill E.B.

Upbeat:

Why Do You Trust These Liars?
Flobots – Handlebars – Lyrics

Anything by Tom MacDonald, lyrically genius – and although I’m not big into rap this white rapper is incredible and almost singlehandedly altering the culture war. Examples such as songs like “You can blame the Rappers”

Motivational:

Immortal Technique – The Point of No Return – Lyrics (Mostly good, some words not)

Conspiracy Theorist – Tom MacDonald – Lyrics

By God We’ll Have Our Home Again by Mannerbund | peacedozer acoustic guitar cover

Children Of Tomorrow

Children of tomorrow
I apologize to you
On behalf of those in my time
For the things we didn’t do
We didn’t stop the tyrants
So your fate could be prevented
We watched them steal our freedom
By our silence we consented
We didn’t choose to circumvent
The doom you’ve not escaped
While the Bill of Rights was murdered
And the Constitution raped
Some of us were lazy
Others too afraid
To think about our children
The ones we have betrayed
I guess we were too busy
To be concerned or care
To try to ease the burden
Of the chains we made you wear
We could have been good shepherds
When the wolf got in the fold
But we watched the flame of freedom die instead
And left you cold

I’m sorry we were timid
My selfish generation
We left you but a remnant
Of a free and prosperous nation
I’m sorry for our actions
Like cowards we behaved
We could have left you freedom
Instead you are enslaved
Children of tomorrow
Descendants of our land
I’m sorry we allowed this
The fate you now with stand

my life started a bit rough you know

booze and heroin ruled the day

my mom had the money for dope

but we kids were always in the way.

as they pushed past in the hall

my eyes would follow suit

for my mother, I would call

with my heart broken in two

silence loudly echoed then

my breath was ragged hoarse and stiff

one could hear a dropping pin

as I wince and bite my lip

30 minutes pass or so

awake we all would snap

to agonizing screams and moans

that would soon follow the slap

They fought sometimes till daylight

till my eyes were sunken in

the morning sun was too bright

as we ran away again

scared to death wed all return

hungry cold and wet

my mom would be there bruised and burnt

her eyes forlorn and set

as if she was looking past me

she coaxed us into the house

ill go get food she promised we

as soon as he passes out

yeah she was just a junkie

she could not help herself

shed take off down to mickey ds’

made us promise not to tell

a few hours later she’d come home

with a burger, we could split

then disappear into the room

she must have got some shit

when dad got home they’d start again

this never-ending fight

nonsensical hallucinations

the fodder for the night

don’t burn me, please I heard her scream

hysterical, hurt and scared

my dad lit up his zippo and

then he grabbed her by the hair

I smelled the lighter fluid strong

mom’s naked, bound, and wet

tied to a chair in just a thong

as dad yelled, “Go to bed!”

“You’re gonna tell me who you’re fucking!”

“I’m gonna kill the prick!”

“Sold your snatch for dope you whore!”

“I bet that it was rick!”

Luckily they screamed so long

the lighter had run out

then he held the thing against my mom

I cried when she screamed “OUCH!”

He left her there, went to his room,

shot up and fell asleep

then I tended to her wounds

as jay untied her feet

go get my robe she’d say aloud

and we would run around

trying to find the tattered robe

the blood had stained it brown

sometimes we’d get our hopes up

that she would take us with

shed return like a frightened pup

with another baggie full of shit

shed go and wake dad up

I would hear “I’m sorry” then

Till dope sick made them throw up

then the nightmare starts again.

for anyone that’s hurting

and wondering what to do

I’m telling you you’re loved and wanted

that’s enough to pull you through.

For all of those who doubt me

for anyone not sure

this poem is about me

and all that I’ve endured

I lift my hands to heaven

I bow my head to Christ.

He’s given me this calling.

Know he has paid the price.