Like lost grasses tossed about in the wind
As smiling children we go round about
And yet we all dream, we dream like mad
We just might be searching for something
Under the light polluted skies
Of these summer nights, we're running wild
Prematurely grown, far from home, they fly
Dark and solemn are those eyes
That search for something more before the dawn
We're all old enough to know what hurt is
Our survivor smiles are beautiful
If you never feel pain, you can never feel joy
We're all young enough to know what hope is
The light of our future is beautiful
If you never fail, you may never know what it means to try again
-Argentia Krystofel
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