Courtesy of Alan Murray-Rust for geograph.org.uk
How wicked a lifestyle we endure.
We awake to sorrow, an angle’s fallen agony,
filling the earth’s surface.
We only have our light to guide us.
A burning candle that has no end
until its fine flame has disappeared.
May our wings extend another day to stand above
all and overcome this world full of complete chaos.
By Isidro Gonzalez, 17.
