To confine me in a shelter you built 

Is putting me behind bars handcuffed by your guilt

You tell me I’m too young to take a chance 

When the 20 years you got on me are intimidated by my stance 

While you’re writing a list of things I can’t do

Do me a favor and write them in the sand 

Write in the sand so as I prove them untrue

You can watch your words get stolen by the force underneath you

To have a brain in this day and age 

Earns you a spot isolated in society’s cage

To want peace without seeing the struggle of war

Is speaking out with nothing to speak for

While you’re writing a list of things I can’t do

Do me a favor and write them in the sand 

Write them in the sand so they can leave without the trace 

Of the ignorance that’s stained on your face

I know your toe is sore 

Listing what you abhor 

But nothing compares to the shame 

Of your passion’s dying flame

The gift I’ll bestow on you

Is a world changed by what you chose not to do

Next time you step in the voting booth

Realize that you voted for me: a voice in the chorus of the youth