I haven't forgotten that I am just one man; That I am just one voice attempting to stand out from the crowd. I remember that I have fallen amidst the noise that surrounds me, And that sometimes it gets too loud. I know that I can't sit here and expect my silence to evoke the change without reason. Something to take the pain away. I can see that I don't know everything; That I can't expect my hand to always be held. I can feel that time is slipping by - that it will be gone if I just stand still. I have heard there's a million voices that sound like mine. That also want to be heard. I know I won't see all of the places I wish to go. I know I'm not ready for all that the world demands from me. You don't always have to hold me down. I haven't forgotten now that I'll have to grow old, and someday live without your voice.