I Saw Them Fall

I look around at the poor weary souls around me. 

All we know is work.

Working to carry to world of tomorrow into the world of your dreams.

Working to stop the world from suffering.

Even though we still can't get over our own problems.

How do you expect us to save you, when we can't even manage to save ourselves? 

I saw the best minds of my generation fall around me, succumbing to the darkness of themselves. 

They drop to the ground, either dead or unable to move.

We work until our dying breath, just to prove to ourselves we didn't fail you.

Sorry we couldn't meet the bar.

Maybe you should put within sight next time.