Little People
The Procussions Lyrics

Envision a prison of age
Imagine being trapped by the limitations of aging

Where the apparent disposition is out of apparent commission to live in a cage
Where it seems there is no way out of being confined to a limited, unfulfilling life

To its a appearance where decisions are made
The situation seems to be one where choices are restricted

To not listen, and they got their fist in opposition to fair play
Those in power refuse to listen, and are against what is right and just

Must be in your solicitation of rage
You are provoked to anger by this situation

You became a victim the same way
You were trapped and limited by the same system that you are now angry with

The system that gave way
The system that created this situation to begin with

Inflictin' the same pain
Causing the same pain and confinement on future generations

You convicted and can't blame
You were found guilty and can't put the blame on anyone else

Recondition your brain till you convinced you can't change
You need to change the way you think, so that you believe you can make a difference

Understand and be wishin'
Realize what needs to change and desire it

Family tradition won't end you in a position where you feel in the rein
Following the same old habits and values won't lead to a fulfilling life

Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown
Feeling alone and lost now that your child has moved on from needing you

Wearin' a milestone like it's the only tie you own
Holding onto one achievement as if it is the only success you have ever had

Cryin' when you're alone
Suffering and feeling emotional pain when you are by yourself

Hopin' that god forgives you
Wishing for divine forgiveness

Wonderin' if you get too
Questioning whether or not you deserve that forgiveness

No one should have to live through
No one deserves to experience

The violence that you been through
The trauma and harm that you have faced

The fight that's still within you
The strength and determination to overcome that trauma

Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you
It is time to address the issues and barriers that are limiting you, and regain a sense of innocence and freedom that you have lost

Hear me
Listen to me

See me
Recognize my existence

Do you even know I'm still breathing?
Do you even care that I'm still alive?

I listen to the sounds of the tv
The only thing that seems to reach me is the noise of the television

The only thing that really wants to reach me
The only thing that seems to care about my existence

Daddy listen
Father, pay attention

Mommy please
Mother, I beg you

There must be a better way to raise me
There has to be a way for me to grow up in a healthier, more positive environment

I yell until my ears can't hear me
I scream and shout until I become numb to my own voice

Into a silence that kills me
Left in a quiet, empty world that is suffocating

There Billy stands at twenty below
Billy is standing outside in the freezing cold

Grippin' his coat that froze two hours ago
Holding onto a coat that has become frozen from the severe cold

Dramatic I know, but oh,
I admit it may sound like an exaggeration, but still

7 year old's waitin'
A young child is waiting for Billy

Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
Looks again at a picture of someone or something that is no longer there

Put it away
Hides the picture out of sight

I can't look at it
It's too painful to even see

The truth stings a little when you look at it
The reality of a situation is harsh and painful

We creatin' a mold of bad habits
We are forming patterns of negative behaviors and actions

When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em
Students who are only 11 years old are acting out in aggression towards their teachers

And the world tunes in just then
At that exact moment, everyone is watching and listening

Listenin' to every word that he shoulda heard at age ten
Hearing the things an 11-year-old should have learned years earlier

That he wonders where it all began
Wondering how and why things have gotten so out of hand

He could call you a father
Technically, he could refer to you as his father

But couldn't really ever call you a friend
But you have not been a true companion and supporter to him

You work hard to provide a home for good livin'
You have worked hard to establish a comfortable, safe home environment

And you figured that's all you really had to give em now
You believed that providing a good home was the only thing you needed to do for your child

If you don't know much know this
If you are unsure of anything else, remember this

All work no play
Too much focus on work and not enough on leisure can be unhealthy

Far cry, no miss
A significant discrepancy or a complete miss

It was once said that the grass with wither and the flowers will fall down
A common saying that acknowledges the inevitability of aging and death

And every man must pass when his number gets called
Death is inevitable for all of us

But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out
However, when a child dies (especially by suicide), this does not fit into an understandable pattern

A flower never told to pluck its own petals out
Just as no one tells a flower to destroy itself, no child should be compelled to end their own life

And throughout all the tears
After so much sadness and pain

It gets so clear
It becomes very clear

That the son I held dear
The son who was so important and close to me

I lost somewhere
I have lost him in some way

Between my work passion and a child's size casket
Caught up in my work and personal interests, I lost sight of the importance of being a caring parent until it was too late

Its hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashin'
It is difficult to accept because memories and aspirations continue to come to mind

His cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table
The sight of his dead body, lying cold and lifeless in a morgue

And a white sheet stained with a mothers pain and grief
The sheet covering his body, now stained with his mother's tears and sorrow

And every day I wipe the faces filling the pain
Every day I see people who are suffering and hurting

So another scape goat that's just filling the blame
So another person is targeted and blamed for problems and injustices instead of addressing and fixing the real issues

What kind of man am I?
As a father, what kind of person have I been?

What kind of mother were you?
As a mother, what kind of person were you?

What kind of life did we subject a child too?
What kind of upbringing and environment did we provide for our child?

Wishin' I woulda listened
Regretting that I did not listen or act earlier

Could've probably seen whose prayin' for salvation that a soul could sure use
Perhaps I could have realized who was in need and could have prayed for their salvation, which may have helped to save a life