We sit here and wax poetic about life
What do we know?
We haven't lived. And now everything we did know about it
Is crashing down around us, and we're left
With the broken pieces
To try
And rebuild
It all.

And that's the thing. 

Because we're young and we're passionate and it's all going wrong,
And it feels like the first time, words to a minor-key song
For so many others have felt our grief and our pain
And they've washed it away in age's clean rain...

But for now we are young, and we're waiting for night,
Because when it is dark, the light's shining bright. 

The End

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