One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I. 

When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul. 

Nothing is as best, when you are 21.

You are young, wild and free.

Something which I made on a cool iPad Application.

It describes the 21-year-old outlook and its shenanigans I lure upon.