To Sing Is To Fly

Waiting for a chance to make words ring,

For the ideas in my head to start to sing.

When the time is right,

I will own the night.

So I'll sit and wait silently,

For my words to set me free.

The words flow out in a beautitful melody,

Reminding me of all my memories.

Singing takes me to a whole different place,

A place that no one can replace.

Singing has saved me.

Silence is chains, to sing is to fly.

All I need... is my voice.