Grandmothers hear me now
I beg of you
Please, please tell me
What am I to do?
Is this not the place
Or is it not the time
I am talking as you asked yet
I feel like a speechless mime?
You have given me all these thoughts
I have put them all in print on white
But I see and hear the news daily
I know we have only begun the fight.
The children think no one hears them
They don’t realize they are your every thought
They think they’ve been forgotten
And fear they are not being taught.
They don’t understand they will soon inherit
That which is yet to come
If only they could hear and understand
The beating of your drum
They would understand
How very much you care
And that all they have to do is ask
And for them you will be there.
Give them the peaceful dreams
Show them how many you are
That you will be there for them
You’ll come from near and far
And maybe in their times of wakeful anger
There might shine a glimmer of hope
That you have prepared them
And given in their sleep the means to cope.
Grandmothers tell us all louder
I know I am not the only one who’s supposed to hear
But please help us to pass on your words
Before you shed another tear.
Please guide us in your ways
Please make it all so clear
Maker it ever louder
Until everyone can hear.
Oh what is it going to take
To make them all see
Our children are our future
They bring us what is to be.