And we stare up at the stars wondering how we’ll make it through these days

Searching for answers written across the sky but solemnly drawing blanks

But they’ve got their hearts set on a dire dream on breathing in an industry that’s self-destructive

Devising plans to one day emulate everything they think they ought to be

And they’re screaming

But we can’t hear them

As profit margins dance up with the clouds we hope one day it all comes crashing down

And sleeps in graveyards

They stare up at the screen exchanging innocence and self-esteem

For distorted views of orchids past full bloom and bare leaf trees with withered, barren roots

With matches fueling our intentions we’ll be dancing on the ashes of what held us down, what choked us up

And we’ll scream for a new confidence and a self-respect we thought we’d never feel, again