They Think I Can'T Sing Again

Yes… Years have passed Possessed of huge feet Feats of mine already forgotten Forbidden even to be reminisced by all Yes… My passions have lodged their complaints They shouted, “We can’t do it anymore, Too many don’t want us to sing So we must shut up!” Yes… First, I must bow. If I purpose to make my fart Well heard over boundaries and biases That it would destroy doubts in its wake like a tsunami Yes… Let the feeble minded believe what they want to believe Me I know right now I’m way better than before My voice may be now cast in concrete But they forget who made me. Yes… They think I can’t sing again I can’t sing more songs without a voice. And they can be right; my sweet voice was yanked from me And a croak of a frog was given to me instead to please whose ears? Yes… God did this because this was what they wanted right from the onset. He satisfied them for once in order to satisfy me forever Now I can sing for the deaf to hear and know The power of My maker. Yes… I can sing again, just better.