We are the forgotten ones
there are a whole tones: Tones of forgotten ones. We are always left out, they always tell me do not
pout, have a strong heart, one day they will ask for your part, but will you agree to lend that hand,ask yourself that.
Will you keep hiding under that hat. I know i won't. I don't want to be one of the forgotten
ones anymore.
I want to be something more.
All I know is that I will lend that hand, I will be the one who takes that stand.
