Without Voice, Without Presence

Kris Robbins, Writer

Completely lost in space, no words to take my place

Walkthrough the walls head held high until I speak they can’t hear me cry

Blurred lines are drawn and laminated for effect
Never for change to touch only to respect

What kind of place is ran by silence
A place for students but ran by the righteous

My voice is lost in what you call normality, only because what I want would cause a technicality

When will you listen to our begging question,
Say it’s a school of art but standing up for what you believe in is our true art of expression.