Verse 1:
At sixty still on the grind,
Retirement delayed, no time to unwind.
Sun and wind, hard labor's weight,
A life of toil, no escape from fate.

Young students in the halls of school,
Waste their years, play the fool.
Heads down, phones in hand,
Youth slips by like shifting sand.

Pre-Chorus:
Thousands with degrees to show,
But skilled hands are rare, you know.
Old folks carry burdens still,
While the young lounge, lazy, ill.

Chorus (most catchy, loop-worthy):
Old folks still fight through the pain,
Young ones sleep, numb and vain.
Streets are full of diplomas bright,
But the world is starving for craftsmen's light.

The world's turned upside down,
Time's a blur, a tangled crown.
Books leave you hollow, bare,
Trade skills build a life that's rare.

Verse 2:
Graduates in a frantic race,
No stable job, no steady place.
Eyes too high, hands too proud,
End up lost, stuck in the crowd.

Now back to trade school, late but true,
Realize pride was all they knew.
The path is skewed, the race is wrong,
All that glitters fades to song.

Pre-Chorus:
Thousands with degrees to show,
But skilled hands are rare, you know.
Old folks carry burdens still,
While the young lounge, lazy, ill.

Chorus:
Old folks still fight through the pain,
Young ones sleep, numb and vain.
Streets are full of diplomas bright,
But the world is starving for craftsmen's light.

The world's turned upside down,
Time's a blur, a tangled crown.
Books leave you hollow, bare,
Trade skills build a life that's rare.

Bridge (heartfelt, soul of the song):
All chase papers, climb the climb,
Forget the hands that shape our time.
Old shoulders bear the dust and grime,
Young hearts waste their golden prime.

Education lost its way,
Life's a blur at break of day.
All the rise and all the fall,
Just a twisted, backward call.

Final Chorus (deeper, emotional finish):
Old folks still fight through the pain,
Young ones sleep, numb and vain.
Streets are full of diplomas bright,
But the world is starving for craftsmen's light.

May this world find its way,
Don't waste youth, don't let age stray.
Books may bless the young and bold,
But skilled hands build a life of gold.

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