Every youth has dreams
But poverty diminish dreams what they seems
In the ascension of humanism
Few dare to have it listen
As time flow and passby
The crisis worsen develop aleby
Conflict prevention taking for granted
The lifestyle they grown up is what wanted
As the tree planted gon farther
Growth wont stop without knowing real matter
Juvenile hope for bright change fade
And plant again a tree what they are made
Youth is the next succesor of our next generation
Lets not waste, Have opportunity as mention
Have hope a light a light for a change
And will look forward for a farther range
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