Youth

Our youth,

Our youth, as fragile as a flower,

Our youth, as fragile as a flower, but the sour truth,

Our youth, as fragile as a flower, but the sour truth, is that responsibilities can overpower.

Assignments, tasks, and life seems to devour,

Assignments, tasks, and life seems to devour, Your delicate petals fall to the ground,

Assignments, tasks, and life seems to devour, Your delicate petals fall to the ground, Ripping away hour by hour,

Assignments, tasks, and life seems to devour, Your delicate petals fall to the ground, Ripping away hour by hour, Stepped on and drowned.

Your frail flower now looks like a battleground,

Your frail flower now looks like a battleground, Your youth has now passed away,

Your frail flower now looks like a battleground, Your youth has now passed away, It is no longer safe and sound,

Your frail flower now looks like a battleground, Your youth has now passed away, It is no longer safe and sound, We should suspect foul play.