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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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