Wounded Youth, An Angry Youth
Beneath the sky of broken dreams,
Where silence roars, and sorrow screams,
A wounded youth walks paths of pain,
Through shattered hopes and endless rain.
The scars of life etched deep within,
A tale of loss, of rage, of sin.
Betrayed by those who swore to care,
They’re left to fight despair’s cold stare.
Their cries ignored, their pleas unheard,
The world dismisses every word.
A hollow gaze, a heavy heart,
From life’s cruel game, they're torn apart.
The anger burns, a blazing fire,
Fanned by a world that feeds desire.
They clench their fists, they grind their teeth,
And tread the path of thorns beneath.
But anger, though a fleeting guide,
Can leave one lost or petrified.
Will fury forge a brighter way,
Or drown the dawn in endless gray?
For every wound a voice is born,
Each cut a chance to rise, transform.
The angry youth, though torn inside,
Holds power yet to turn the tide.
Let anger fuel a noble fight,
To break the chains, to claim the light.
For wounds can heal, and hope can bloom,
Even in life’s most shadowed gloom.
Oh wounded youth, oh angry soul,
Your pain can lead to something whole.
Rise from the ash, defy the lies,
And build the world you visualize.
Where silence roars, and sorrow screams,
A wounded youth walks paths of pain,
Through shattered hopes and endless rain.
The scars of life etched deep within,
A tale of loss, of rage, of sin.
Betrayed by those who swore to care,
They’re left to fight despair’s cold stare.
Their cries ignored, their pleas unheard,
The world dismisses every word.
A hollow gaze, a heavy heart,
From life’s cruel game, they're torn apart.
The anger burns, a blazing fire,
Fanned by a world that feeds desire.
They clench their fists, they grind their teeth,
And tread the path of thorns beneath.
But anger, though a fleeting guide,
Can leave one lost or petrified.
Will fury forge a brighter way,
Or drown the dawn in endless gray?
For every wound a voice is born,
Each cut a chance to rise, transform.
The angry youth, though torn inside,
Holds power yet to turn the tide.
Let anger fuel a noble fight,
To break the chains, to claim the light.
For wounds can heal, and hope can bloom,
Even in life’s most shadowed gloom.
Oh wounded youth, oh angry soul,
Your pain can lead to something whole.
Rise from the ash, defy the lies,
And build the world you visualize.
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