I can’t express myself with my voice, but God gave me a mind.
I can’t say what I am thinking, but I can write.
My pen and journal sometimes are my crutch, but at least I know I can utter the cry of my heart.
It sings so many songs, so many songs.
Sometimes I can’t even keep my pen going long enough to get my song out.
It has a value. Just like I have value.
Everyone has a song. It should be sung. People shouldn’t put their interperation into it.
God gave everyone a song.
One that should be shared.
One that expresses them as an individual uniquely created with a purpose.
Is it possible that my song got buried?
Did I lose it?
Will it come back?
Will it be different?
I want my song to come back.
I want my heart to sing again.
Only God can teach me to sing again.
Only God give me back that desire.
Please help me to sing again.
I want to sing again, I just don’t know how anymore.
Has it changed?
Will it be better?
What if I can never sing again?
What if I lost that ability?
Don’t leave me!
Don’t forget me!
I wanna sing my heart song!
