Authored: February 12, 2018

When we were younger, we were full of hope.
Then we slid down, towards the Death Slope.
When we were younger, we always had smiles.
Now we are grim, changed by things so vile.

When we were younger, we were greatly lively.
Then it all grayed, dead were the reasons to be.
When we were younger, we always had dreams.
Now everything falls apart to break at the seams.