Forgotten (12/2007)

Though we may not wear your clothes,
we are not untidy,
growing up on our own we took what we could find,
sneaking on pantyhose in an empty house,
come on in you can see our underage secrets,

after school no one there
we relied on imagination,
time breeding intrigue,
so where we you to tell us the images were just fancy,
lies and pretend,
we made them up in twos and threes,

though often abandoned we are not forgotten,
you can hear us now,
though we fail and you scold us we are not forsaken,
we are building the earth

come on down get in line it’s time to make an honest buck,
who’s teaching this anymore?
your sons hear your actions loud,
loudest, louder than your words,
their hands will carry your scars

cause our lives are made on the theft of childhood,
they sew your feet, dig your gold, serve your needs
wasting away in foreign room upstairs,

so when are you going to feed them some truth?

though often abandoned you are not forgotten,
we are hearing you now,
though you fail and we scold us you are not forsaken,
you are building the earth

parents’ egos are fragile too
we live with their mistakes
but we can help each other grow with a loving hand