Mighty eyes
With power inside
You must run in love with being young
Fields, meadows, tying your shoes
Boys and girls in streets
With tears in our eyes
We did it
We uncovered hidden lies
We took back the times
We spent every dime
We saved our own change
Throughout NYC
Truth is tackled
Lovers can speak
Parade in Boston
Skipping and cheerful
Children with rosy cheeks
Wishes met in Philadelphia
Sixteenth birthday
Raised teens
Made them oh -so happy
Peace in Los Angeles
Separate from the rest
Regained confidence
In every city worldwide
Cross the streets
Only the young run free
Kristine Kearns is a first-year English major with minors in Creative Writing and Sustainability. KK947319@wcupa.edu