Youth and It's Burden

Bloody tip of hatred
Stabbed between the ribs
Again and again
Don’t forget the look of fear
Passion and honor
It’s all very brave it’s all very clear
Youth is cheapened by mars at his worst
Frustration never felt so good
You set the price with the seeds of regret
The seeds of hope are dying or dead in time the price paid
Suffering throught he blame makes it harder to awaken day after day
Where do we go from here?
I will rise above it all