a life untold will expire and die out
left out in the rain, cold, back in black and white
this not who they are it’s who they’ve been
everyone watching as the youth of our nation cuts out every hope
on a whim of depression they jump from life to death
ending our future dirtying our history
do I follow this path or construct my own as others before and after me shall
we are future we are now and then we are hope we are we
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