The Youth
Clothes that we wear
We use everywhere
Anytime they’ll be stained
They’ll be soon to be in jail
And what are you suppose to do,
If all you did was to cheer and “boo”?
Things that you hear,
Can make anything near,
But think now, my dear
Coz what I fear
Is that we may shed a tear…
Happiness now, will be changed as sorrow
And I don’t know how to wake up tomorrow;
Thinking of what will make us down,
Hoping that we will still be around
And the vices were us,
Like liquor and drugs
My friend, indeed I need your trust,
This young, we’ll remain far from lust
And I’m willing to keep this youth as long as it should last
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