This is the story of a young and sad boy Lost in his life, left on his own Never built anything Always whine for something Rust in time, needing more than dusting But something Lives in him Grows in him Burns in him Survival candle, little light 4 letters in his head calls him to fight So rise and rise and rise and rise again Just rise and rise and rise and rise again Little girl Not pretty enough to love herself Not poor enough to complain Middle class, middle dreams, basic process The tragedy... Brings on the pain But something Lives in her Grows in her Burns in her Survival candle, little light 4 letters in her head calls her to fight So rise and rise and rise and rise again Just rise and rise and rise and rise again This is the story of a lost generation X,Y, Z name of the sections Seeking the light through the night No more questions it's time to fight So rise and rise and rise and rise again Just rise and rise and rise and rise again