next generation
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Have you ever taken a moment
To look at that bright planet
Hanging in the night sky that they
Tell you was once a place
We called home?
My generation is broken by the lack of respect.
And yet are told to respect our elders.
How am I to love someone if I am not loved back.
Is that what you try to teach us?
My shy soul
though very full,
can not contain
or even slightly refrain,
from the excitement, and the fear,
to be a camp counselor that year.
I was a little nervous,
I have endeaverd on a journey in hopes to climb till we win,
and granted I am young, and this journey to just begin.
But I feel I've climbed mountains, but yet I must climb on,
America! Amercia!
Land of the free
Home of the brave and equality
Oh how I want to believe.
America! Amercia!
Home of the brave!
I'll march for your freedom
into my grave, and
