Twenty one again,
Rapidly running out of time,
I'll start again and then,
New beginnings will be mine.

Possibility shall be endless,
Youth and potential would engulf us,
The warm red soul would pump,
Through our veins,
Making our ideas lie to be believed.

Oh how I wish I could taste it again,
The love and freedom that made enemies our friends,
The purity and solace and made new things amend.

But such is the wish of a rich man,
A man rich with poverty,
Such is the one of a people,
One that's lost to me.