We are the gaps in the stories The ones beyond the horizon that nobody sees Not the chosen few We lie in the shadows, and we watch you Put away, used up, then thrown away Told when to speak, what to wear and eat, and how to play But power is corrupting you Out of the shadows we march to confront you And oh how we'll rise With fire in our bellies and hope in our eyes Never more to be shut down Never more going underground Filling in the gaps in these stories The forgotten ones will be heard and seen