Deep in forests and under bridges they lie
On the other side of our locked doors and our social classes they cry
In our wombs and on our streets with no love they die
These would-be world-changers and revolutionaries of our time
We've mutilated their hearts with counterfeit saviors and secrets kept
They settled for less when dreams died and fathers left
Voiceless children, do not hide!
Weary elders, remove your disguise!
Silenced youth with jaded eyes,
Lift up your cries!
Let your hunger rise!
Write the story that's never been read
Speak the words that have never been said
The unsung melody, the undanced step
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