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An exchange of elusive smiles,
lucid blue eyes -
Now tell me that isn't something worth living for.
when life's cuts and bruises
become your trophies of triumph,
And our feet are so much steadier upon the ground
only to find our heads so much higher amongst the clouds.
It's really only life,
when you can say you have 'lived!'.

Through the urban alleys,
or the overhanging pines,
under the Midnight stars,
hearing faint bursts of youth in the distance.

We're young,
but we're willing to die,
because we're happy, at last. We are.
And it's only when we're crying
that we need to keep on living,
living in search of a moment,
an experience,
a snapshot worth dying for.
A story worth telling, one that we can pass on,
our dusty heirloom,
whispered away.

We will age with pride,
and our colours will fade
but our spirits will be as vivid -
as when you were eighteen,
and I was was barely seventeen years young.

At the peak of youth,
and the beginning of something new.

Description
An exchange of elusive smiles,
lucid blue eyes -
Now tell me that isn't something worth living for.
when life's cuts and bruises
become your trophies of triumph,
And our feet are so much steadier upon the ground
only to find our heads so much higher amongst the clouds.
It's really only life,
when you can say you have 'lived!'.

Through the urban alleys,
or the overhanging pines,
under the Midnight stars,
hearing faint bursts of youth in the distance.

We're young,
but we're willing to die,
because we're happy, at last. We are.
And it's only when we're crying
that we need to keep on living,
living in search of a moment,
an experience,
a snapshot worth dying for.
A story worth telling, one that we can pass on,
our dusty heirloom,
whispered away.

We will age with pride,
and our colours will fade
but our spirits will be as vivid -
as when you were eighteen,
and I was was barely seventeen years young.

At the peak of youth,
and the beginning of something new.