I was born with soapbox shoes Raised on morals that I chose to lose When i had seen the evil that people do That's when I learned to sing the blues They told me to paint in different hues But my pallet only contains the colors of a healing bruise Purple and yellow reminders of the bad news and It's all from you This is all for youth It's all from you This is all for youth So with handfuls of hope I know where to go