When we're drowning in truth
Who steps up to protect us
From losing our youth.
Who asks for our stories?
Who actually cares?
To escape an illusion
Of false hopes and prayers.
Who can handle our brightness,
When at fullest we shine
And embrace contradiction
Without drawing the line.
Who watches the watchers
And checks what we do?
It may be prudent to watch us,
For we're sure watching you.
