The Sword of My Mind and Soul
It's so practical; it's so useful
I can order a meal
I can say I don't want pickles on my burger
It's so universal; it's so human
I can say hello
Hola
Oi
Salut
Konnichiwa
It's so powerful; it's so pure
I can protest The and argue and persuade
I can excite and frighten and seduce
It's so graceful; it's so beautiful
I can pray
I can bless
I can celebrate
But most importantly, I can sing
I have sung my whole life
I do it well
My vocals have always been praised, but always for the wrong reasons
Recently, I realized their true potential
I have always had the vocals
But now, I have a voice to go with them
It's art; it's singing
You may say I can live without singing, but
Life without song is not living
I can be stripped of everything except my voice
You may say I can live without it
But life without a voice is surviving and no life at all
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