The difference in you using your voice
Can mean the choice of leading a revolution
Or watching underdogs silenced
Now which would you chose?
During many points in my story
Where I thought I was dead.
My voice gave me life,
As did others:
And out all the words, phrases and languages my friend told me,
"If I have to get who loves you to stand outside your window and yell louder than you mother, I will."
Now every time I bleed,
I bleed those words
So I clot better than before.
I'm not the only one with broken wings,
Not the only one who needs love in this world so they can heal
And all the ink I put on paper,
This is for them.
Because everyone needs an angel
Everyone needs some saving,
To breathe easy at night while their feathers grow again;
That's why I'm here.
To be the four bed post corners where you stop bleeding
And I will write books in the form of hands if that's what you need to hold you at night,
Mesh my words into teddy bears who can guard you till morning light
Because every kid deserves a right to their life
And I wanna give it to them.
I wanna take them to Neverland,
Wrap them up in their own dreams so they're safer than Fort Knocks.
I am your cape wearing super hero,
And I'm gonna be there for you.
To nurture a generation into believing in themselves
So every person can die at the last words of "my life was good"
So their kids and their kid's kids can look anyone in the eyes and tell them "I am happy"
My voice will ring out,
And it will talk kids down from rooftops,
Untie the nooses into bowties,
And build the foundation that I had;
Because everyone has to start somewhere,
And a revolution begins with one,
So this is our time to raise up
Can I get a hell yea?!
Without our voices
We are nothing.