We once believed in a world
sprawling with infinite possibility.
The promises given to us of tomorrow
foretold something far greater
than what we are left with.
Those dirty promises polluted us,
filling our heads with empty fairytales.
As they begin to fall we have nothing
to help us hold our ground.
As the stars crash to the earth
a people stand, defiant
in the face of infernal wrath,
holding out for a scrap of hope.
Though we have nothing at all,
we stand against our demise
because we were cheated
out of the fairytale life
we all once believed could happen.
I refuse to roll over and let time
end before mine has even begun.
We were promised a better life,
not one of diminished dreams.
We were promised we would be eternal,
a memory that could never fade.
We were promised this was not
how the world would end.