Phone call from above

You don't know me, this call is directed 

worldwide, 

I've been watching, and I can tell from experience you in for a hell 

of a ride.

The young rebel the old set in their

ways,

for the fighting you do it's the next generation who

pays.

A father without a granddaughter a son without a

grandmother,

all this because in the heat of one moment you said, "I hate you

mother."

Yes I did the same, but now my parents are no longer

here,

My child grows up without them, thinking of that brings my

tears.

No you don't know me, but please listen to my

cry,

hold your parents close to your heart, remember everyone

will die.

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