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The Crushed Petals Of Our Youth
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The Crushed Petals Of Our Youth |
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artexeres Member
since 2006-08-01
Posts 156south africa |
In the darkness of their minds there is a place And it is there that they can come face to face It is there that they are searching for something Something that they can hold on Searching for something Something really golden But it is something Something that has been stolen A crying shame a dying pain The crushed petals of our youth All they really came for was to find the truth Yet all we had to offer were hearts that were aloof So come and wander by mistake Into this mess that society makes We all stop and stare and society knows But do we really care? I guess it shows. Oh I know we would If we only could And alas I cry And she gives a sigh And all that is left is oh why why why? A crying shame a dying pain The crushed petals of our youth All they really came for was to find the truth Yet all we had to offer were hearts that were aloof look at them standing all alone Helpless and deserted with no home You see them sucking on their glue Well what are they supposed to do? You see them covered in filthy rags With loads of money in your bags You see them withering in this pain You act all deaf and blind again You see them and they are the ‘thief’ Yet it is you that has stolen their belief And sentenced them to a life of grief Unless we change there will be no relief A crying shame a dying pain The crushed petals of our youth All they really came for was to find the truth Yet all we had to offer were hearts that were aloof So how can there be laughter and how can there be joy? As their world is ever burning And their souls eternally yearning Will you be a light? Will you do what is right? To those clouded in the darkness of despair Is this fair… do you care? To end poverty would be wizardry Isn’t it sad that their misery Lies under the blanket of our happiness? Until poverty dies there will be murder rape and lies And so society sighs And another mother cries As her daughter dies And I ask you why? But no one knows Tomorrow it’s still there And the hatred it still grows… if it is going to be it is up to me i choose my destiny |
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