Youth
We are not a gift of nature,
not a boy from hell.
We are not a petal of flower,
not a sound of gun shell.
We are teens with every
emotion,
a blend of good and bad.
Have reasons for being happy,
have causes for becoming sad.
We are youths,
an antidote of pain.
We have the power to bring
a summer's first rain.
We are the future,
yet not so far.
Have faith in us,
we'd reach the stars
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