*The Voiceless Children*

They are the hope of your tomorrow
But you look at them with such great sorrow.
What happend? Why are they so bad?
One simple word can make them mad.
Adorned in the clothing of below,
They turn their heads and walk real slow.
Depression plagues our youth today,
Prozac's the cure, or so they say.
The hellish lyrics to their songs
Whatever could have gone so wrong?
Through their silence they scream aloud,
They are this way and they are proud.
So let them speak,
Don't make them meek.
They are the hope of your tomorrow,
Don't look at them with such great sorrow.