Daring truths, And crystal lies; We’re planting roots That reach the skies.

Quiet storms, Nothing to fear; What we mourn, No one hears.

Clothing shredded On the battlefield- What we mended Is now our shield.

We get battle-scars For the sake of glory; Scars on hearts Make up our story.

We want results Without the pain; We act like adults For the sake of gain.

We think squeaky clean Is the dream, But getting lean Has a theme.

A restless mind And untapped potential Is an ambitious drive With growing credential.

If a silver spoon Is life’s meaning Then we have doomed All our dreaming.

An easy life Is boredom’s drum, Because the road less traveled by Is the most adventurous one.