Voice Of The Young Poem by Isabelle Astra

A child of color singing away
Like there is no tomorrow of a next day;
You sound sincere with your godly voice
Impacting the young to make the right choice.
Taking the crown one by one as if to make them fall in love.
You tell them to 'Come with you'
As if you were taking them by the hand.
Your words tell them not to worry
They don't have to be alone.
Of course your hearts gonna break
Everyone has got to learn.
A child to a child you most move along.