Where have all my heroes, gone? Did they turn and walk away, with nothing left to say? Because I’m still trying hard to understand and I know this life can be so hard, this life can weigh you down, but I’m still focused, still fighting to live: still fighting to look past theses lies that tell us we need to destroy each other. What is life without love? What is life [bad word]  Don’t let me steal your heart. And in this world of greed, in this time of hate they’d love nothing more than our surrender, but if we hold [bad word] to who we are we can create [bad word] of open minds and outstretched arms.  We live in a place that drowns out joy and beauty. That chokes out songs from our songs from our hearts. I won’t be silent, I’ll make my voice heard and I will make it loud.