I Want To Sing Too

I can’t sing I mean I can’t sing I’ll leave the singing to Walt. But I assume, as he assumes, as you assume, as all assume, I love like you, love like him, love like the Lord above, What is there? Singing? Why can’t I sing too? Every cell and feeling that exudes from me, Leaves an impression that I’m proud for all to see. Every smile and gesture makes me a man, It doesn’t always fit into my plan, But I think the trepidation is waning, The insecurity finally is straining. All this time I’ve wanted to sing, But it’s always been my failing. I can’t sing I mean I can’t sing No that’s not true. Something is different. I no longer assume, I assure. I don’t wander, I wonder. I can’t fear, I fight. I don’t love, I love YOU. I haven’t sung because of others. But these others are sisters and brothers. Sometimes my voice might crack, The beauty I may lack. But YOU have opened my mind, All this time I’ve been behind. YOU have opened my eyes. I’ve seen the pretty skies. YOU have opened my heart, And I’m ready to start. YOU have opened my lung, And I’ll be heard, and sung.