To seek I have sought,
For that which is green,
But, failing I can not,
I am a youth a curse or a blessing?
Through the dawn till dusk,
I seek that, which my sorrows will mask,
Is despair my only task,
My dreams are no longer a pleasure,
A thorn in me they prick,
Am I a leader of tomorrow,
Every morning is a tomorrow,
So when will my chance come,
It`s time to follow my dreams,
My hope lies in me.
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