Dying is a wish only the soul makes,
Is youth an illusion, maybe a dream.
But living is a truth, a risk we take.
We all come into this world with a scream.
What should we do to preserve our youth?
We grow old before we have time to live.
From true loves sight, to losing your first tooth.
Young: It’s within you, the spirit you give.
We can only hope that we see the light,
And fear that we will lose the heart we have.
Let death be your motivation to fight,
A wolf to a rabbit, a trance you clave.
Farewell to the dreams, farewell to the trials.
Live now, a time to be meek and mild.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.