Pearl - The Herd

Don’t worry ma’am your child’s going to be just fine

Nothing more than a bruise and a scratch — but you know that happens all the

time

Just like he’s got to fall to find he can — take it in his stride, he can

Navigate his way through and that’s little more than a chink in the armour

Maybe he can be a mini-Hurricane Carter

Will he withstand yet more tribulations than his own father?

Nowadays hearts are rigid — a symptom of the world weary

The more information that the eyes get to see the more they get bleary

Our children will inherit all this and they’ll say it’s not fair

What we gotta deal with, don’t forget that it’s your burden that we bear

This magnificent constant systematic disrepair

Is one trait that every single generation must share

And the oldies can keep their fond memories of the good old days

But, at the core of it, well — maybe nothing’s changed

These times have gotten pretty dark but the sky didn’t fall in

At least that where we’re at now hope a little luck calls him

Oblivious to his resilience let alone ceiling

He knows as well as anyone he is one in 5 billion

For your offspring’s health it’s worth all those tears

But I really think you can let go of that fear

I remember the good old days, no doubt it was a bigger place

It’s a complicated rat race, it was simpler in my day

Yes burdens vary, and it’s wise to be wary

Keep your perspective, simple pleasures aren’t for sale

Now the future seems a fine thing — so bright that it is blinding

It can seem your destiny’s so tight that it is binding

But put these new eyes in, kid, and see the world unwinding

Take the time to see the sights in — yo — there’s nothing to be frightened of

'Cos night will follow day again and life is still the main event

Explain it — educate ya — it’s mostly what you make of it

You’re a first world resident — you’re starting way ahead of them

You could rival Edison or invent a new medicine

Some parts of the past are fashionable — irrational

We focus on the contrast — less attention to the actual

What is right in front of us — it’s not like there’s no facts at all

One thing that this generation has never seen — and that’s a war

They’re clamping down for sure — yo — but it’s still your stamping ground

Don’t let them say it’s all be done — there’s still all that’s not been found

The dance doesn’t end just because they play the champion sound

There’s bound to be a way to blaze a trail up in this fancy town

Ideas are like hand-me-downs — and the memories get faded

So watch for the nay-sayers — and the raining-on-paraders

It may not be brave but it sure is new — same they gave us

So dazzle them as a way of repaying the favour