Life, that's Life for it's sake

The thought of the future pains
So much as of the past without gains
They continue to echo our cries
In a continous trail that never dies
Our generation exist in bitter times
Times that are only stressful times
Perhaps life was life
To those who lived before
And to us it's a deep sore
Which gushes out red blood
Which together with our tears flood
As we groan and mourn in agony
With our eyes fixed ahead as we strive on
Where nothing is certain, but a void
That's our life that we can't avoid
Life is not what you make it
It's like poison made for you to eat
It's by God's grace that we're still alive
We are moving by the wind
Praying that nature will keep us alive
When the wind change-
It's only a hope, then we might take charge.