“The world is on fire” cried the voice on the wire, standing in front of her crowds; she called it dire.
The men on the hill, they call her a liar; they’ll snarl as they angrily conspire.
Though, they know that they can never silence her youthful quire.
Little, mighty voice, tell your truths, tell us what you’ve got to say.
You’ll call upon them to find the answers—to find another way—they’ll send you away.
You just don’t understand, do you?
Why can’t they see, see that we haven’t the time for another day?
You’re voice is small but, darling, you’re message is forever here to stay.
Little, mighty voice, speak for those who cannot, speak for us all.
The monsters and their smoke factories must fall, there’s no time left to stall.
Alone you haven’t a chance, but with your one million voices, you’re a thousand feet tall.
It’s upon you that they will call, it’s you that has knocked down the wall.
Little, mighty voice, write down your name in the books of history and lay your claim.
Show the children that you’ve never wanted fame, show them that they needn’t have to play the white housed game.
Ignore those who dare to call you lame; they needed someone to blame.  
A thousand souls look to you, they stand with you—they feel the same.
For one voice may be silenced, a generation of voices shall never be tamed.
Little, mighty voice, let them know who you are; become your own mighty star.
Little, mighty voice, don’t you worry, for the future you see is not far.
Little, mighty voice.