The clasping fall.

The undeniable feeling of air rushing past ones ears.

The unforgettable rush of continues free fall, without seeing when the ground may approach.

Why must this be the thought in our lives?

From young to old, from short to tall.

Why this be the feelings that plunge our hearts into the depths that we struggle to escape from.

What have we become.

We are the broken yo9ung.

The ones who have fought now fall.

The ones who have struggled have lost hope.

We not longer have the fight that it takes to redeem the light we once have.

Yet we continue to struggle.

We shall continue to fight.

We will not accept a fet that it so clearly proven.

We may be the broken young, but we are not the ones that shall fall completely.

We shall struggle through these thoughts.

They shall make us stronger.

We will provide help to one another.

We shall become the nation's up-roar.

It may not last with those generations behind us.

But we shall fight for our own.

Leave it to us.

We shall lean against and support another.

We shall overcome that thoughts our feeble minds may bring.