A little voice

In a classroom, the teacher is mad.
The grades of the students are pretty bad.
" I treated you like adults!" he spat,
"but you've proven to me you're not ready for that!"
"how can you say that," a girl wants to argue,
"if you yell at and punish us like were just in grade two?"

Yet she doesn't dare speak up, she sits quietly there,
For she has a little voice, what she says... Who would care?

In the hallway, a boy with more needs than most,
Walks strangely to the next class, barely dodging a post.
"hey, stupid!" his peers yell, and snicker at him,
But he laughs along, because he thinks he's friends with them.
The girl is a witness, she wants to speak out.
"he doesn't deserve this!" she longs to shout.

Yet she knows no one would listen, even though it isn't fair
She has a little voice, and she knows no one would care.

Sometimes our voices seem not to matter, they are just one small voice.
But to stay quiet or to speak up... That's really all your choice!
All our voices matter, even if you think no one would care,
If you don't say it, then who will? With the world, your voice... Pleas share!

What if Anne Frank never chose to write, or Martin Luther didn't dream?
At the time, how small do you think they thought their voices seemed?
If the suffragettes didn't mind that they suffered, or Lincoln didn't care,
How different would the world be if no one spoke up against things unfair?

The little voice inside of you, when you want to, let it go,
To you, it may seem worthless... But it just might start an echo...