I'm young and I shouldn't preach
but at least listen to me speak.
I have dreams about
what this world could be.
I have ideas
on how we could be
and to discredit me
based solely on my youth
tells me more about you
than you could ever tell me.
Who silenced you
when you were young?
Who taught you that
the younger generation is dumb?
Who taught you it was okay
to silence those youthful tongues?

Who silenced you
you silencer?

Pleasant days are here
Waking at the crack of dawn
The sound of nightingales
With their early morning call.

So glad to be alive and well
Facing another day of life
With smells of sweet perfume
From the fragrance of flowers

Smiling faces everywhere
At one with nature's soft embrace
With every seasons that we have
From winter snow to springtime leaves.

So let us count our blessings
In each and every way
Let's not take things for granted
On this gift of a brand new day.