The Season of Change
Little girls around the world, scared to walk alone
Teenage boys forced to join gangs to put food on the table
As a little girl I thought we lived in a utopia
I use to look at the world through rose colored glasses
I have always thought that knowledge is a super power
For a long time I have been yearning for something more
To be a powerful force for the ones who cant speak themselves
To make our world happy and beautiful again
Becoming a leader to all who will listen
Learning about pain and sorrow
Finding the real me along the way
Changing the world one small step at a time
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