Climbing a tree rooted in sweet liberty.
Free from the bleak misery of reality.
A bittersweet poetry.
Caught in a childhood dream.
Breaking the mould before we're aching & old.
We will not do what we're told.
No.
Afloat on a boat.
Sandcastle cruise through the moat.
The creatures keep me afloat.
We can do what we want, we are who we are.
Nothing can stop us now, we have come too far.
We're the next generation, we are set to stun.
We are the future nation, we're our father's sons.
And we dance all alone with adventure as our home with the breeze rushing air to the throne.
We embrace the estranged.
Our hearts they cannot be caged like lions dancing on trains.
We can do what we want, we are who we are.
Nothing can stop us now, we have come too far.
We're the next generation, we are set to stun.
We are the future nation, we're our father's sons.