The drum beats
On the descent of lost souls
Stepping into the darkness
No one to sing song
The parade goes into oblivion
The young ones die
Hanging themselves believing it is right
When there are many exploits to be had
They give it up before they even try
Parents cry tears fall aimlessly
Teachers can’t understand
Children staring at the empty chairs
The drum beats
The souls gone into the depths
Life is meant to be free
The eyes seen leaving them scary
All those pressures in their minds
They let go
They don’t want to grow
The drum beats
The wind caressing their hanging bodies
Swaying aimlessly regretting their ways
For a life not fully accomplished
They die hanging by the short ropes
Saying a statement
They want to be free!
On the descent of lost souls
Stepping into the darkness
No one to sing song
The parade goes into oblivion
The young ones die
Hanging themselves believing it is right
When there are many exploits to be had
They give it up before they even try
Parents cry tears fall aimlessly
Teachers can’t understand
Children staring at the empty chairs
The drum beats
The souls gone into the depths
Life is meant to be free
The eyes seen leaving them scary
All those pressures in their minds
They let go
They don’t want to grow
The drum beats
The wind caressing their hanging bodies
Swaying aimlessly regretting their ways
For a life not fully accomplished
They die hanging by the short ropes
Saying a statement
They want to be free!
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