Flying on a ride of misfortune 

Anxiety fills up young minds faster than you fill a glass cup with water

The Young are the future, that’s what people say

But if we don’t even notice will we throw it all away?

Kids suffering at the sounds of their parents dying

This is what you see today

It’s hard to think at night for some 

It’s hard to sleep for others It’s their unlucky fate

Flying on a ride of misfortune

Keep holding on or you will damn fall off

Hopefully, you feel it in your heart 

This warm silence is called Love