My Voice
My mind screams loud
My voice stays silent
Fearing attention, I stay low
But my light wishes to glow
You see me drifting far and distant
Staying back and facing repentment
No more fear, my dear
My voice I will hunt
Painting vibrant colors into the world
Surely you will adore
Behind the curtain I will not stay
For you are ready for what I have to say
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