Where is my Voice....?
Does it not matter anymore....?
I can't hear anyone....
Did I just go deaf?
My eyes, sewn shut, Blind to what's in front of me.
My Angel, put your hands on my eyes and heal me,
allow me to see what I miss so dearly,
Allow me to hear what I long for so deeply,
Allow me to have a voice in which so I can speak clearly.
Guide me in my passion to let my voice be heard,
Let them hear the voice they all look over to easily.
Guide my pen into an inspiration,
of my Sorrow....