Our Time...

You say that I can do it But then that I can't You push me forward But then pull me back again Why? You're supposed to fill me with hope Are you not? You're supposed to be there for me Are you not? Oh, right, I forgot Your job is to teach... Not Fulfill I sit there and listen I gain no advice I sit there with my hand raised My name is never called nor noticed I go to an arts school Yet not allowed to use my voice I go to a school where expression is free Yet we pay with our style being taken Am I not an artist? Am I not someone with a plan? Am I not someone with a voice? Am I not someone with a dream? Am I not a person? Our voice Our style Our talent Our dreams All oppressed Out time Our money Our wishes All taken They say our generation... Is a generation of change How? Our voices...? Never heard Our style...? Restricted Our talent...? Never seen Our dreams...? Shut down Our time... Reserved Our money... Exploited Our wishes... Become no more than a star in the sky Give us what we need And you'll get obedience Give us what the world needs And you'll get an army