Lighting up and getting high,

They think they're getting wings to fly;

But all inside is sinking low

As their minds to nowhere go.

Yet whose to blame when the only stars

They ever watch to pass the hours

Are taking drugs and playing their games

To pursue a little fame?

O star so bright, so pure your fire,

Burn in this night a little higher.

Put down the joint, the weed, the drugs

That twist your mind and sludge your lungs

That break up families and shatter lives;

They're backstabbers, murderous lies.

And instead give someone love

Who's lived in darkness and had it rough,

So you by aiming up so high

May earn your wings, and radiant, fly.





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