Where have we gone?  What have we created ourselves.  Indecision plagues our mind.  Indecision.  This is our world.  And when a stance is taken, it's always written offf.  No one wants to listen.  Its always written off.  I don't have all the answers, but I have a few.  Still I'm in constant battle.  Honestly I can't just write this off.
Lost and cold. A generation lost and cold.  Indecision.  This is our world.
I know I'll see the day.  The hour is in question.  I wait for it to come, and there will be no question.  The answers will be clear.  I know I'll see the day.