Cast a glance over to these poor pathetic eyes Heal the inner arguments Taste the bitter sorrow within these words I speak Make these emotions bleed from all sentences spoken Heal the wound that society has scarred. One year has passed since the day the ground had opened up Since the day two children were taken from their parents grasp And into the arms of Pluto One year since the rebirth of innocent souls and the discovery of something overlooked. And so I ask of you one question… Why the blame set on something not of the reason And not set upon you- society. Those who were responsible for teaching us high morals Those who were responsible for guiding us down our path Those who were responsible for encouraging us to do good Those who were responsible for loving us… Turned their backs that day and fed us to the flames Youth has fallen victim. Our songs are but unvoiced and unheard Our laughter, like that of a retired clown, but a silencer of life Our hero stained and burned out with that of cigarettes Our lives drowned out by alcohol Beaten by too strong of players We thrive on… unnoticed until too late. You gave us the scars You taught us the hate You deprived us of the help in which we needed. And so… the youth marches on… Parading down broken roads Unguided paths Looking for a savior to come take them from their place So that, this year, love shuts the door of hate.Birth sign: Scorpio
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