The voice in the shadow

To whom can I confide if not to myself,

To whom can I speak,

When there is no voice,

To whom can I open,

When I am pushed down,

To whom do I share my passion,

When its dare to be heard,

Different than the rest,

And driving through the dust,

The dust of time and money,

Of crime and annoyance,

With the hope for change,

That will carry its light?