Run from the shadows, the haze, the smoke,
From liquor's lies and drugs that choke.
They promise highs, a quick, fake thrill,
But tie your soul and break your will.
The bottle whispers, "Forget your pain,"
Then leaves your heart in heavy chain.
Smoke fills your lungs, it makes you weak,
Drugs steal your sparkle, dim your cheek.
Your heart, your health, your dreams so bright,
Can vanish fast, in endless night.
Even small kids, so pure and new,
Can fall in this trap, without a clue.
Withdrawal's grip, a painful hold,
A prison built, stories told.
But listen close, this truth is clear:
Your life is precious, hold it dear.
It's a great gift, a shining light,
A treasure worth a hopeful fight.
Don't trade your days for quick, false bliss,
Turn from the poison, from its kiss.
The real "kick" is found inside,
Where true joy and peace reside.
Feel the wind, the laugh, the sky,
The warmth of love, a friend nearby.
Run through fields, create and dream,
Let happiness flow like a stream.
No drug can match the thrill you find,
In living free, with a happy mind.
So turn away, let bad things fade,
Embrace the life that you were made.
You are enough, strong, brave, and true,
The greatest high is simply being you.
Live loud, dream big, and rise above,
Let life itself be the high you love.
When tempting voices start to call,
And try to make your good sense fall,
Just say a firm and honest 'No,'
To keep your precious life aglow.


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