We all have a voice,
Although some are not heard,
The indigenous,
Oh their vigilance.
The teenagers,
Though we believe they seek dangers.
The mentally ill,
They still have a will.
Everyone you have ever met,
Has something that they want said.
But no matter how they scream,
Their voice is only a theme.
They'll say they won't judge,
But they definitely won't budge.
Because they don't want to hear,
that nasty voice you yield
