The sound of a hundred tambourines in the street
Is followed by un cent of them clashing at their feet
The silence is louder than the wave was sent before
And quietly they crawl behind their doors

But if we tried could we fly above the sound barrier
Could we soar above the floors and floors of formal
And be heard
Could we break apart the fancy art
Of words and signs
Deceit and lies
Could we raise our young voices up to be heard

(where did you go)

Shh, shh, whisper in the corridor
You don't want to speak out no more, and
Tick, tick, the echo, while it resonates
It recreates dilemmas great, and

Stop, stop, I gotta see if anyone
Will raise their horns
Proclaim the Son
I find the
Splish, splash louder than a humans voice
That made the choice to simply walk in the rainstorm