To Youth

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To my troubled youth,

I ask that you tell us your sorrow.

I ask that you tell us of your life

under the clouds,

and those around you that live well

and that have what you don't have

under blue skies.

I ask that you tell us what you don't have

and why you don't have it.

I ask that you tell us what you do have

and how you got it,

and tell us your struggle against the shade.

Tell us about your fight

and of the damage you can inflict.

Tell us what you're afraid of

and stare us in the face.

Don't be scared of us,

scare us,

and make us cringe.

Tell us about your obsession with death

and his many hollow ways.

Tell us of your shadows

and in doing so, send them away.

You are the youth

and the darkness above you

feeds the strength you receive

and you grow

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