June 16, 2012 /

Courtesy of Alan Murray-Rust for

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.

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