We stand here, on this hill, because we are adolescent. We are brave, we are true.
This hill is our cry against society, to be brash, to be rude.
This fight for what is ours, to put a mark upon the world.
This hill is our refuge, our cry against ineptitude, our expression of social solitude.
To stand upon means to be youthful and strong.
We are better than you, we stand to get a taste of the power.
To see far beyond, the greater view, explore and amuse.
What is young life without attitude, belittled for lack of aptitude?
We shall fly higher than ever before, great altitudes.
Look from down below with great fervor,
We have reached what you revered, held dear, feared, to the point of tears, But could not come to reach, so you only leer.

We are a reflection, the mirror that will make you realize, feel like, the life in you and me is the same.
We are you but better, take solace that one day our children will become the trendsetters, the go-getters, the never regreters,
and we shall weep from below, seeing their youth in all it’s glow, and up in the heavens you will simply smile and stare,
remembering all the times you hurt and feared.
The full circle, cast by the shadow and light, life in a palm, life in our eyes, happiness still far, but the time is always right to strive to live life.
May there always be everlasting light.

We are them, those who gave you happiness and hate, whom you created, a scrounge upon the earth, so alike, yet so unlike, so very trite.
Beautiful rhymes, poetically divine, defined yet undefined, to pick a side to hide, or lie. Driven by madness, an apostle of time.
Lifting us up with unseen hands, perfect and serene, may it be an ode to joy, may it be an ode to life.