Pink: Why do bow, sullen and melancholy,
Your beautiful face, carrying a look so weary
Red: On my mind, there is much that lingers
Each hour, each day, I see a little less clearer.
Pink: Sing to me what is on your mind
Some of your troubles I may help unbind
The world around us is breaking into pieces
I cannot ignore what I have seen.
War denying a child her mother’s warm kisses
Ripped apart from the soil, the trees are wailing in pain.
Vultures circling a dying child’s bloated frame,
his eyes are glassy, hands clutching air in vain.
He dies, not because the rains came late,
but because his brother will not share his plate.
Pink: It is true, humans do things that are strange,
Laughing so merrily, while killing their brother.
From where we stand, they seem deranged
All that is beautiful, they are so eager to smother.
Red: Though we and them are not the same breed
saddened by their plight, I cannot but weep
Here we are, chained to our stems
not a thing can we at all do for them.
Pink: Each of us have our own unique mission
What you must do is bring yours to fruition
All you have to do smile and bloom
And soon you will brighten the gloom.
The burdens of the world,
alone, too heavy it is to shoulder.
If we join hands together,
no mountain we cannot scale
no river we cannot tame
no storm we cannot weather
nothing can stop
a youth’s endeavour.
Red: Yes, that is right, and I see what you say
there is no point bowing in dismay
Only with hope, only with courage
Can we usher in a new age
I am a flower, a flower of youth
My eyes are gleaming, sparkling with truth
Neither the burning sun, nor the thunderous rain
Shall dampen my spirit, or cause me pain.
Armed with the sword of Truth,
riding on a steed called Justice
waving the banner of Hope
blowing the horn of Victory.
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