As I grow

my many flaws begin to show

Pushed and pulled by the world

My problems become unfurled

Yet against all odds

I begin to stand

In what looks so much like a foreign land

I look up instead of down

So that I may make a sound

Not a muted murmer, no

A forceful beautiful mealody 

Launched forth in beautiful harmony

I use my voice to make a sound

To show that I refuse to be held down

To help those that have begun to drown

Taking away any reasons to frown

My efforts will not be in vain

Because I will shoulder your pain

I will begin my campaign 

To make you all know my name