Children Of The Smoke

Rising from the east
Black clouds block the sun
The beginning of the end
Our worldâ??s come undone

Marching from the smoke
Children of the new generation
As the dark light shows their face
Weâ??re enveloped by a new sensation

The black clouds sweep the horizion
No sunrise to be seen again
Itâ??s the final stage
Itâ??s the beginning of the end

No fear to be felt
In the hearts of these young soldiers
Although time grows weary
The hate of these children still smoulder

They are the children of the smoke
They are the children of the new generation
As the light of tomorrow dawns
They will rule the nation

The dust from the black cloud
Settles upon their soul
Never leaving them be
Not being able to close the hole.

©Ben.S 2005-11-15