1940s

To the year of unknownness

To the boys that born with the uncertainty

Where are they heading to

God knows

The history is done

Printed on the paper

Everyone knows but not them

Facts are just facts

Past is not yet gone

The golden age with chaotic times

Each carries a look on their faces

Saying things in your imagination

Take me home

Take me away

Save me from the crowds

Bring me to a warm place

The lost soul in their eyes

Would you pick them up

Would you give it back