Can you hear,

My cries,

Can you see,

My eyes?

I am calling,

Out,

To you,

O-oh.

That's a song we sang in choir,

When we tried to tell people to aspire,

To listen to us kids.

I think my parents missed the point,

I don't think they took the message to heart.

How can I explain,

This desperate,

Yearning,

In my brain?

I say that a lot.

Help me.