Young

**Verse 1** In a world that's spinning fast, the future feels so far away, Young hearts chasing dreams, but they’re caught in a dismay. Millions wake each morning, with hope that fades to gray, Hoping for a chance to build a brighter, better day. **Pre-Chorus** They’re reaching for the stars, but the sky is out of reach, Lost in endless waiting, while the world seems out of reach. Every job they’ve tried, but the doors just slam so tight, Struggling to find a way to turn the dark to light. **Chorus** Oh, they’re searching for a way to rise, In a world that’s cold and full of lies, Trying to find a place to stand, To build a life with their own hands. But the dreams they have are often sold, To a future that feels so cold. They’re calling out for something real, For a chance to live, to dream, to feel. **Verse 2** In the shadow of the towers, where the golden lights don’t shine, Young souls are left to wander, with their futures on the line. They’re working just to make ends meet, in a world that’s so unkind, Searching for a purpose, but they’re constantly confined. **Pre-Chorus** They’re reaching for the stars, but the sky is out of reach, Lost in endless waiting, while the world seems out of reach. Every job they’ve tried, but the doors just slam so tight, Struggling to find a way to turn the dark to light. **Chorus** Oh, they’re searching for a way to rise, In a world that’s cold and full of lies, Trying to find a place to stand, To build a life with their own hands. But the dreams they have are often sold, To a future that feels so cold. They’re calling out for something real, For a chance to live, to dream, to feel. **Bridge** And though the road is rough and the nights are long, They’ll keep on fighting, they’ll stay strong. For every soul that’s lost and worn, There’s a light that guides them through the storm. **Chorus** Oh, they’re searching for a way to rise, In a world that’s cold and full of lies, Trying to find a place to stand, To build a life with their own hands. But the dreams they have are often sold, To a future that feels so cold. They’re calling out for something real, For a chance to live, to dream, to feel. **Outro** So let the voices rise and let the heartbeats blend, For every dream denied, a new one will ascend. In the face of struggle, in the fight they face, They’ll find a way to carve out their own place.