Can we grasp this life in death?
Will we hold our stolen breath?
Rise, my friends, and gulp the breeze!
Fate will choke on what she sees.
Youth is gone, forever lost,
Stolen treasure comes with cost,
Darkness will not claim our lives,
Living life means making tries.
Let it not be we who drown,
We, the young, are too far gone,
Tracing scars inscribed by tears,
We won't lose to unknown fears.
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