My Voice, it can be a gentle gust of gay laughter, soaring softly like the whispering wind,
My Voice, it can be a protesting plea of cries, crying for help, sometime soon.
Sometimes it seems the sun shouldn't shine so soon
Sometimes My Voice can fade-far, far away to a distant and dark death.
And I am frozen in fear, afraid to speak...
I wish with all the wonders in the world,
My Voice can be loud and long, capturing the attention of an attraction
Hopeful, helpless, knowing My Voice will fade far, far away.
Who is it that takes My Voice away?
Who is it that takes My Voice away?
I wish with all the wonders in the world,
I can speak without tears, speak without fears.
But I know now that nobody will know...
Know what it's like to be
Hoping, helpless, knowing My Voice will fade far, far away.
Far, far away like the whispering wind soaring softly.
This is My Voice...
This is My Voice...
This is My Voice...
