Voice

Children should be seen, but never heard, we were told

Don't blow that trumpet of your own. Wait your turn, don't be so bold

Nothing changed as we grew older. Pay your dues, your time will come

Settle down and tread the water. Never rock the boat, my son

Now I look back, half in anger, half in hard-bought bitter wisdom

By the time I found my voice, there was no one left to listen

Why, was no one left to listen? Why, was no one left to listen

Why, was no one left to listen? Why, was no one left to listen