There is no sitting silent
for the girl who’s wide awake.
There is no turning violent
for the stories that are fake.
This place we share has troubles:
some are big and some are small,
but we can’t brush off the pebbles
’til the boulders start to fall.
Please don’t let those words be lost
in this churning tempest of time.
Take your chance and watch the cost
whenever you step out of line
’cause there is no sitting silent
for the world that’s got to turn.
Why should you be any different?
Isn’t this the way we learn?