For The Broken

For all the little boys and girls who were told no For all the teens who were told that their dreams aren’t good enough For all the adults who could never live their dream For anyone who never had the support they needed For all of those left out in the cold For all those who just strived to be bold Because we’re taught to follow our dreams Then we’re told they’re not good enough We’re forced to live this bluff of a cookie cutter life Raised by hypocrites Surrounded by misfits Ignorance has become today’s norm And it’s taken the world by storm. Open your eyes, my friend It’s time for you to wake up It’s time for you to join us in this reality of devastation You’ve been gone for too long Your peaceful slumber broken by the rude awakening this world has become The love is all gone Hunger for attention has stricken Everything has turned against us This planet has a dark cloud over it It blackens the green meadows It shades away the happiness that once roamed the streets This world is dark But we are the light It’s up to us to brighten things up again We’re their only hope Stand tall solider. You’re the sun in this sky, You’re the moon and stars at night. Who’s to say you’re not a winner? Who’s to judge as to what makes you a sinner? Don’t let them tell you, you can be thinner Your body is a temple, your mind – a canvas Who are they to say what is acceptable Are we just going to run and hide under the table? Don’t let them tell you of what you are capable Don’t let them say to you that you aren’t stable Don’t allow them to judge you or give you a label Follow your dreams, follow your desires Don’t let that die, keep up your fire Don’t flow with the crowd, because soon they’ll retire Be the only one standing when the rest have to sit. But don’t worry kiddo, ‘cause you’re not really standing alone We’ve heard their lies and we’ve heard your cries And for you my dear child, we swam against the tides Our silence will be heard Our struggles will be seen There will be a solution, there will be a revolution I won’t stop just because I have haters, Instead I’ll just make them my motivators Yes I know there will be jokers But eventually they’ll be our on-lookers Yes, they’ll give us attitude They’ll be extremely rude, They’ll try to kill our mood But even society can’t break us at this altitude There’s something about believers that scares everyone Those who have a passion Those who live in a certain fashion; that refuse to settle Because we’d rather lose a battle and win the war You people are so generic; so dull You lack life and excitement You worry about too much The possibilities are endless We see the art in this worlds mess We see the beauty in this catastrophe We see the masterpiece. Who told you, you have no talent? Who’s to tell us we need to be silent? I’ve got two words, and one finger for you. So breathe my child, because this here is for you. This is for the loudest of the silent This is for the misunderstood artist This is for the unheard singer For the unseen dancer The misread writer This is for the dream liver For the rule breaker The smile faker This is for me, For you, For us. This is for the broken.