When they entered our lives, they aimed to make us irrelevant.
They worked with the devil and provided him with fuel
Without regard for the tiny souls who were being lost in the ash.
They stood in the path that led from this hell
To salvation with every burning ember as their shield.
But in the name of love and family,
We marched through every demon they could throw.
With heads held high and truth on our side,
We blew the wind to shift the smoke
So that they could not see us pass.
We brought our own burning embers
But these were not fueled with hateful hearts and begrudged intentions
But rather ignited with the torches from generations of angels.
We persevered and found paradise. We would not be irrelevant!
We would not be irrelevant!
Now that the smoke has cleared
And the path is now narrow,
They aim to reach this paradise
On the rounds of our shoulders, on the sweat of our brow,
On the very strings of the hearts that they worked to unravel?!?!
I say to them
You ARE irrelevant!
Sometimes, you just gotta rant!