All The Voices Of The Children

I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear They ask, are we safe? Are we okay? Will we get to see graduation Or is that just a date that holds a moment of silence for the class that never made it ? Are we just the class That has memorials in the hallways made for them ? But nobody listens that's somebody The president calls it a horrible tragedy But turns his head on us anyway The government watches as the missiles fly But they close their blinds when the bullets fly Only the parents are left to cry, only families want change And did you know That one out of every 2 kindergartners doesn't feel safe ? On 9/11 America cried During Pearl Harbor America suffered But nobody mourns for the lost children Who died too soon Who were too young Whose blood seeped out onto the floor The voices they say,can't you hear us ? They haunt the hallway and the football field They cry, why aren't you helping us? They dance at homecoming and prom in thier funeral best They yell, isn't it time we had change? They graduate every year with the rest of us And all the voices of the children They're not enough The adults still laugh in our faces The adults they say, go back to class,don't waste our time and time is money But we refuse to be quiet and the voices are loud And yet the bullets still fly They say don't forget to get good grades, don't forget to graduate,don't forget to go to college But do they want us to forget the voices of the ones Who never made it back to class In our shiny new shoes,our worn notebooks and our sharp #2 pencils They say to us, ignore the voices, silence the voices In our unopened test booklets, history papers and pop quizzes They jail us, lock away our freedom of speech and our freedom of thought They tell us what to do,where to go, when to go They give us all thier rules And they block out the voices with thier lectures and thier speeches They patch the holes the bullets made in the walls But what about the bleeding holes the bullets make in our hearts? They gave us band aids but they should know Band aids don't fix bullet holes They give us temporary fixes, a band aid over the bullet hole And a fresh coat of paint But nothing to keep us from bleeding out all over thier shiny school floors Nothing to keep the walls from bleeding the voices into the air Instead they say, it'll go away,give it time and it won't hurt you anymore But our nation and the voices of our children are far from healed And one day the voices will be quiet but not because our nation silenced them But because someone listened to the words that we spoke and said no more But the question that remains is Will they save the children in time Or will it be too late ?