Give me a Voice
True are the winds that speak through the pine,
But humble is honesty too.
Brave are the waves that crash to the bluff,
But peaks are forever unmoved.
What is sensation if only my sail?
Boundless emotion with lack of a tale?
Thousands can hear me, yet none of them hail
The wind that brings my love.
Give me a voice,
That I may speak to the world.
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