photo credited to Brent Stirton

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"We Call on the Voices of the Youth"

Now the songs speaks so loud in your soul

Just listen….

Hear it speak when the music is low

We let the stories of war stories go

We sat down and we watched your own show

Now we look for no trouble just soul

Just a pint of a sacred console

Just a sad intuition from all

Listen please to my voice then I’ll go

Hear the cry it’s a feeling I know

I’ve been crying since four….

Now I’m young and I know you don’t know

How it feels when a child is alone

But the sense grips me deep in my soul

Some days feelings is all I can hold

As a child of this nation I grow

Like a flower in a basin of glow

See my soul is the soul of the old

Yes I’ve seen things you can’t fathom though

Hear the cry in the music its soul

See the tears as it falls down real slow

I see hope in the future but slow

Nothing seems to make sense here no more

But no violence no drugs and no war

Just peace with my heart and with yours

Just a feeling I had much too long

Hear this music in the voice of our song

Listen…

Feel…

Produce…

Give….

Motivate….

INSPIRE…

I’m TIRED….

Did you listen?

By Akindele Decker