Youth

The power of 'almost',

We've dared to conceive,

Knowing the pain of that word,

Goals we persist to achieve,

We stand proud, in tears,

Let them berate,

Judge our souls and minds,

Our dignity, they amputate,

We pick our pieces,

Any,

As many,

That we can find,

We're braver than you think,

We carve the past on our hind,

We are all hues of roses,

Yet we all had blues,

Oh motherland, we are yours,

We are your splendid youth.