Barely

We are the boy kings,
We are the Peter Pans' of Easters Past.
We are hope of youth,
We are the blind and foolish lies
We are the ones who mean it,
Of what we mean we never know.
We are the restless folly
Who give up more than we could ever know.
We know the universal value
We think all the glitters is gold
We are the Pagans worship
We are Pandora's saving grace.
We are the ones who stand proud
Whom Death is lover more than foe
We rush into things never frightened
Never second thought nor second guess
We take the things we want to be
Living seconds not second best
We are the badly written
With neither rhyme nor poise nor pose
We are the youngest boy kings
The scent of youth upon our brow
Blest with the niavety in abundance
We rule from our castles high