Eventually The Young Will See

Eventually the Young Will See

Verse 1

It was old protest songs that planted the seeds,

Long ago in the dust, in the face of old needs.

Now a few elders gather, still singing out loud,

Their voices like rainclouds, their spirits unbowed.

Verse 2

You’ll find them by the speakers, with records in hand,

Still hoping the young will take a bold stand.

They remember the marches, the hope and the pain,

They’re calling you forward to rise up again.

Verse 3

They traded our rivers for shimmering gold,

Sold out the young for the lies they were told.

Rights once hard-won now slip through the cracks,

While the powerful profit and never look back.

Verse 4

Gold does not grow in everyone’s yard,

It glitters for some, but for most it’s too hard.

But seeds will take root wherever they’re thrown,

And from simple beginnings, a forest is grown.

Verse 5

These songs are so fruitful, they’re sung from the heart,

With creativity, feeling, and love at their start.

Written for everyone, not just the rich,

They feed every soul, no matter which.

Verse 6

From the old ’60s protest songs, the seeds were sown,

Their legs may be weary, and they can’t scream as loud,

But their hearts are still here-strong and proud.

They need the young now to carry the song,

To walk the long road and keep marching on.

Chorus

It’s time to water those seeds, let them break through the ground,

Feed them with courage, let truth be the sound.

Nurture the roots with the knowledge they’ve known,

Now it’s time for their fruits and flowers to grow.

Bridge

So gather the sunlight, and welcome the rain,

Let wisdom and passion run wild through your veins.

The elders are watching, they’re cheering you on,

The garden they started still sings a new song.

Verse 7

Don’t let them buy silence with glitter and greed,

Don’t trade away justice for things you don’t need.

Remember the stories, remember the fight,

Stand up for your future, stand up for what’s right.

Final Chorus

It’s time to water those seeds, let them break through the ground,

Feed them with courage, let truth be the sound.

Nurture the roots with the love that you show,

Now it’s time for their fruits and flowers to grow.

Outro

Eventually the young will see,

It’s time to be, it’s time to be free.