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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