We are the young, the young and the free,
Stalling the world to make history.
We are the ones, the ones full of hope,
Who with all our work, are trying To cope.
We are the ones, the ones with the choice,
Those who dream will most certainly rejoice.
We are the ones, trying to live up to a name,
Keeping heads up, walking right past the shame.
We are the gifted, potential, our gift,
To go past the idea, and make it to the drift.
We are the ones, changing on the go,
Blowing in the wind, moving in the flow.
We are the ones, the dazed and confused,
Wise as an owl, dumb as a fuse.
We are the ones, almost never with a plan,
Separated we'd fall, but together we can.
We are the ones, filled with love and joy,
Who simply "remember" being a little girl or boy.
We are the ones who one day, will lead,
And this is our time to shine and succeed.
We are the ones with this time in our hand,
To leave our footprints onto the sand.
Well, we are the young, the young and the free,
Awaiting the world to make history...
- ASK
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