And the lost voice sang of dreams that won’t be,

and corruption and lies told by society,

and the one they discounted was lost to the ages,

while the truth gets buried under pages and pages.

 

And the lost voice of the inner child inside of me,

was scattered and tossed into the darkness of sea.

As the battered and bruised get abolished from the table,

don’t ask her to stand tall for you, she just isn’t able.

 

And the lost voice sang of hopes that just won’t be,

and the sadness of those involved in the conspiracy.

The years she has missed because the music just can’t come out,

an oppression by the power hungry of that there’s no doubt.

 

And in the dark shadows she waits silently there,

the lost little girl with the long auburn hair.

Unrecognizable after she left can’t you see,

and sadness in a  heart of a life wasted eternally.

 

A song left unsung and a tune left unplayed,

while her oppressors go and keep up the charade.

It is loss after loss she counts, the continued sacrifice,

from the small town girl, who simply started out nice.

 

An unfair endeavor, a system that screwed,

it’s upon them all toward her disdain she embued.

And the lost little girl that sat quietly by,

and deep down inside silent tears does she cry.

 

For the bad guys they win it’s just her that they use,

the silent voice that they stole as their muse.

And if you listen very closely you can hear in the dark,

a voice that’s so buried, in tune with the lark.

 

For the shelving was stacked so the unjust could gain,

and now she just looks at them all with disdain.

Because they weren’t really worth all that blood, sweat and tears,

she learned exactly what they’re made of but it took many years.

 

And the lost voice of the inner child inside of me,

was scattered and tossed into the darkness of sea.

As the battered and bruised get abolished from the table,

don’t ask her to stand tall for you, she just isn’t able.

 

And the lost voice sang of hopes that just won’t be,

and the sadness of those involved in the conspiracy.

The years she has missed because the music just can’t come out,

an oppression by the power hungry of that there’s no doubt.

 

And in the dark shadows she waits silently there,

the lost little girl with the long auburn hair.

Unrecognizable after she left can’t you see,

and sadness in a heart of a life wasted eternally.

 

A Poem Written by Stephanie