Many seem to claim, "I was born at the wrong time" "If only I lived back then, it would be so sublime" The generation of confusion, Children at the crossfire Must we suppose we live in a day Where joy is in a desolate mire? Youth of latter days, Desperate to know our identity With voices so loud, both sides, Difficult to discern the plenty Children at the Crossfire Whithersoever shall we go? That which is light we truly desire Searching for shelter before the snow Children at the Crossfire We chose this before we came To stand for God who doth inspire To defend and gather in God's name! Children at the Crossfire Think not that this shouldn't be No reason to jealously admire You have a great work, no need to envy
Children at the Crossfire They are taking their fiery aim Discover the truth and uncover the liar With angels amongst we shall proclaim Children at the Crossfire Have courage I do employ To know the path, in prayer inquire "For men are that they might have joy"
- Alynne Fielden