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?

Now it’s tired of being repressed.
It 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…

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