By Sheryl Franklin

Some say we are a lost cause.
Some say there is no hope.
Some say we have no future.
How are we supposed to cope?

Some constantly put us down.
The generation of nothing.
Some just don't understand
We are not just partying.

Some just don't realize.
Some just don't see.
That the future Prime Minister,
Could be you or me.

We shouldn't listen.
Not to the people who feel that way.
Because we are the future,
No matter what they say.

We are the ones,
Who will show them wrong.
We are the ones.
It won't be long.

So don't listen to them who treat us bad.
Don't hang your head and cry.
Instead prove them wrong,
And hold your head up high.