Can you hear our voice
Do you perceive our sound
Can you interpret the meaning
That is being drowned
By distractions gleaming
From the corners of birth rooms
steaming
Don't you want to hear
Do you want to know
The places that we
Waywardly go
where memories seeds are sown
and futures do grow
up from experiences that
Direst or finesse our path
Don't you want to know, where
Do you want to share
our journey of escalation
as school and life both
give us an education
Do you want to share
a page of our present pens
Lettering our gallop through
historys' mare
don't you want to share
Do you want to see
Do you want to learn
Do you want to know
You must open your eyes
Open your ears . . .
Sshhhhh!
Listen . . .
Can you hear our voice