To live is to be truly free, To die requires nothing.
In order to die without regrets is to pass on to that glorious resurrection, unearthed by society.
Breathing at your own pace,
To defy what social norms blindly requires.
Youth has died under the pressure of brothers,
Youth has not called unto others.
Instead asked, why are you this way?
Humbly the prophet says, do not cry for me when I am on heaven's door.
Then they are found by their lovers coo,
Only to turn their coo into a bitter sorrow.
But we will stand,
The Youth should not conform, but instead inform.
We could,
We could,
Belong together.