What once wasmis now again
What had most cower before it does not frighten me
With this gift that is my voice I will no longer be sad
With this love that is my heart I will nolonger be afraid
I will stand tall and love hard,
Forgiving many but forgetting nothing
With this tool that is my hand I will write my mind, place my fears into the open,
hope that all will see and applaud as we over come together.
So I hand the mike to you only asking that you use it, say what needs to be said and not what wants to be heard
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