There are so many voices in the land today-
Whose voice do you hear?

The voices of peers are ringing out-Come with us- We have no fear.
No fear of life-No fear of death-This is what they say.
I've read it in the messages-left laying around each day.
Come go with us-Come go with us- Their voices get louder everyday.

I hear the cry in music. I hear the cry in drugs.
I hear the cry in alcohol-and all in the phone.

The Internet is calling. The porno loud and clear-
The video games their playing-These are the voices that they hear.

The Streets are calling out-Come go with us my son-
We have so much to offer you-You need to get away from home.

So off he runs from day to day-No one knows where my son lay.
Is he alive or is he dead-Is what's going on in a mother's head.

Who can hear the voice of a mother? Who can know a mother's heart?
Can you hear your mother crying? Because you've broken her heart?

Please listen very closely- To the voices all around.
And discern very slowly- The many different sounds.

by Mary Duhart

Author's Comments:
"I was inspired to write this poem during one of my sons teenage years when he was trying to find himself. This is a true poem about his struggles into hard rock and drugs."