This poem is something for the young advancing youth and few things they do occasionally.
Kick start of bikes gals grab their ride,
this is the youth of tonight,
no interest in learning,
we on the inside are burning,
the price of fuel is too high.
Pocket money has always been a problem,
independence is our mission,
we are moving out to the light,
chasing the dreams not scared to fight.
Long drives with friends in a car,
guys playing guitar gals smoking in the bar,
bartender bring me a tequila i am out of power.
But when its something against the world,
at least we stand in front of the others,
unaware of the differences of our ancestors,
holding hands to walk past the lanes.
The others name us rebellions we don’t care,
we are the youth we at least dare,
crossing the lines dividing the world,
we are waiting for a new sunshine.
We dream of a world being united as one,
where no one is left alone at home,
dancing in a club with unknown,
sharing pains building bonds never known.
Starting a new tradition of one being,
walking up straight not scared even if we bleed,
we are together in this world,
we are the youth and a change in our self.
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