Sunday, July 17, 2005

Hear My Voice

When my brief clarity began to fade
The words once said just wasn't the same

My heart only wanted justification
I reach out for that notion

I speak for the laughter of the people
I share pain that was once equal

Of a fury, not being able to speak
The temple of my voice has yet to reach its true peek

I'd rather die than lose my true gift
I just wouldn't be the same without it
Just as if without my voice
Hearing is caring, it's your choice


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