We are the dust of trees torn from this earth
We cried for more when our mothers gave birth
We see shapes in darkness, while they are blind
They say they don’t want us, we leave them behind
We keep to ourselves and blend with a crowd
You’ll find we are quiet, you’ll find we are loud
There’s nothing written on who we may be
We live in a world many can’t see
We take the scraps of society’s waste
We know not time, we know not haste
We survive on dreams, ideas, and thought
Questioning everything we once fought
They say we are children, they say we are slow
They love to say “I know, I know”
We have heard it all and we continue despite
They doubt and conform and that is their right
We’ve chosen a life ensured to create
A great deal of uproar, a great deal of hate
They can’t understand us, wouldn’t dare to try
But we will live our way until the day we die
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