Who the outsiders are

by christionox

To those who have been forgotten by the world, and to those who still fight for the right to live, and to have your voice heard.

Who we are

We are all around you, yet we have yet to be seen.

We help in any way we can, just to be part of the scene.

We strive for friends, though we though we know it will be in vain.

We shrug off what we lose, yet treasure what we gain.

We have grown too fond of losing something or someone.

And yet we have never given up, no we are not done.

For when we gain, our spirits soar, and our minds rejoice.

And let the world know, that we still have a voice.

But our voices are not load, for we fear they will be taken away.

For the things of this world are not meant to stay.

We stick together, for alone we would be crushed.

And together we raise our voices that normally would have been hushed.

We sing our song of life, full of turmoil and grief.

To let the world know that our time here has yet found relief.

Our voices combined, we sing out our song.

To let the world know that we cannot be ignored for long.