Youth, is a like a kind of growing pain;
Sadness and frustration rhyme into a dancing game.
Tears turned to smiles, as worries inflict this child.
The flexible body of youth, returns you to childlike truth.
Who says growing up is like the world is only black and white ?
So, allow me to color up my live.
Youth and age are in eternal strife.
Where beauty never cease,
Life will be a bliss.