It's like a forcefield, hindering our vision

Closing our minds, yielding our precision

Different generations

Dissimilar agitations

Stressors hold us back

Increasing our lack of the empathy we want to pack

It's an everlasting battle between the eldest and the youth

We keep on fighting, without soothing the burning truth

We're separated. Not by age, but minds

Like a lined living wall that hinders us from behind

The day we cross paths to feel that lost compassion

Is the day we open our eyes and let that passion crash in

We hold hands, not gaining a one-up

We're equal in stress, able to shatter like a tea-cup

We've all got our own problems and add-ons

But we shouldn't make them invalid, we should turn on

The understanding that we have for one another

Without annoyance and without saying anything to smother

Experience is different for all

We each have our own impediment, our own call

We open our hearts, hold our compassionate sentiment

We go forward and forget our laments

We walk as one

Not through age. But through the unification that has just begun.