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As the wind continue to sway,
We hurt from the inside but the outside can't lay.
Where there is a will there is a way,
But writing a will is a perspective for it seems as the day
Where to each other we have to bid goodbye in a tough say 
For we stand too young to die.

When we sight darkness at the end of the tunnel of light
When we stand to condemn that which was upright
When we gather to critize the upright 
When,, ,,,even the taboos gets afraid of the night,
My heart sinks for in my heart I sight;
We stand too young to die.

When proportion, emotion,corruption has no contention
Where morality is a cultural notion 
Trending economic activity is corruption
The age is not a barrier to 'sips and tastes of death' consumption
And still stand and claim to be a nation
To the end of our race is where we are driven by our locomotion
I still feel,we are too young to die.

I am not planning to be a missionary
For the words I preach were erased from their dictionary
But,
I can't stop to lament
The bitter truth to accept
For we are too young to die

The mistake committed not known to them
On the suffering grid they stand at the helm
Their  bridge to the success,sit content in agony overwhelm
And the teachers ,custodians of our culture,sit under the elm
Waiting for the last breath to be their help
For them to fill after life home,
For they know we are too young to die

As the sun set,
They eagerly await to their spirits free  let
If I guessed, I  would win the bet
For the length of night don't stop the morning light
Where my paper and pen will be my armor at the night
For we stand too young to die.

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