Hunger Of The Young

Please pay us mind

with some smoke across the sky

and a flower left to honour life

maybe happiness is wealthy if you spell it right

a bird kissed the treetops at night

trying hard to put a page

all the words that are defined

by everything we never said

and the broken things in all our lives

an end of summer street to take a breath from shade to sun

looking for something to love

while somewhere someone's making

something bound to come undone

to feed the hunger of the young