my young comrades, who i see five days of the week.
who i see running freely on the streets.
who i see at friendly places.
sometimes see you with bloody faces..
and at this young age, friendships fade as fast as they came.
you meet people who, change your life.
inspire you, someone who you never want out of your life.
and in a few years time, facebook will be the only to see their faces
they all end up in distant places.
maybe, a few years after that, you find out that they have passed..
and your only left with the inspiration they had kept.
its a fools dream to wish that we could all just stay together.
my goal before i die, is to see you, you who have not passed before me.
just to get a inspiration re-boot.
you my young comrades i wont forget. your souls and your beliefs i could not possibly replace.
we are the last few who refuse to be fake.
... my young comrades, dont ever lose who you are today.