Seventeen is no dream to remember
But we hoped we'd have cleansed our airways by the time 18 dawned at our feet
We had prayed that our innocence had not been blurred within the lines of our trauma
We had hoped our dreams beamed within our doom
That our fear was justified in the struggle
And that our tolerance for each other was worth it
That we were not addicted to our dependance on society
Cause we were no longer kids
We had outworn our childhood
The paint on our faces had cracked
And
The desert of our freedom had swelled with reluctance
But we still wanted it
To be young
To latch onto the protection of ours mother's
But we had grown a few sizes too big
Sadly we were exactly where we were meant to be
We were seventeen