TEENS
The ripe age of thirteen,
The struggles become unseen,
Once we hit a growth sprout,
We become different, no doubt,
This current generation,
Needs a little motivation,
Maybe a little push,
Probably a few more books,
As teens we see the world differently,
But the world doesn't take us seriously,
They refer to us as generation zero,
Who would ever stand up to be our hero?
The world is quickly changing,
The sane ones are the least remaining,
That's is why we have to make a change,
The world is ours to rearrange,
We can make a great impact,
We could make the world intact,
But it all needs to start form here,
Where the problems first appear,
That is why we have God,
Finding us dry land in the flood,
Divine intervention from above,
Showering us with so much love
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