When I open my mouth sometimes, the wrong thing may come out.
I want my voice to be calm but it’s just easier to shout.
Half the time people say they can’t hear me.
Always seems to be mumbling.
Well then, I can hear myself.
That’s obvious if I’m alone in the room with nobody else.
My voice.
I wasn’t given much choice.
It’s what I was born with.
Back then when I was mute ,To speak was a gift.
As my grandmother would say, I could talk forever.
I guess that's why I have to choose my words carefully more than ever.
Words have power, sharper than any blade.
Add a little bit of hope and they can light up the darkest of caves.
That’s where I am right now but that will not always be.
Down there it’s depressing.
So my voice no matter how it sounds will bring me up.
It’s not all about luck .
Faith has a lot to do with it too.
How else can I explain it all to you?
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