The Youth

The youth Good toppest lustre of the day The brave hulk which makes hay These adherent shining through blames Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames These souls has a new odour today The young beautiful flash to play We are the good children of glare Our colour candytuft shift blur God's love mends and make the youth This time and space experience use The living waters with the future frozen Our power through the mirror was spoken Past passion, post move on the song The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong Happiness blossom the rainbow nation Our fruit bloom the path of fasion We are blood washing through the rails Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails