There’s a song inside of me
And I can hardly wait to see
What it is I have to say,
Or the music I will play.
It has been so long in coming.
First the thought, and then some humming,
But before I find my key,
Something stifles it in me.
What keeps my song from being sung—
Past hurts, deep fears, a timid tongue?
But it’s tired of being repressed.
It now demands to be expressed.
What a shame to keep a song
Cramped in silence, Oh so long.
Release your song said the Spirit to me.
You’ll never be till your song is free.
Don’t debate, get ready to sing!
Your song could die like a stillborn thing.
Struck by the peril of further delay
My song like a flood came forcing its way.
Up from within and down from above,
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