Where Is My Voice

Where is my own voice? What do I really want to say? I am me and only a no one, Who will the piper pay? Who will want to listen, To these jumbled up ideas? Who feels my emotion, Or understands my fears? Why do I want to write? What words come to mind? Why should I openly express What, inside myself, I find? Who wants to experience, To see the pictures that I write? I feel full up with indecision, As I sit here alone tonight. What can I give to each person, That may end up judging me? How can I create a vision, And help everyone to see? I want to reach out and touch Troubled souls, those feeling lost For I have travelled a journey And I know just what the cost. You have to be brave to share The thoughts within your head, But after all you’ve just one life, And in truth you’re a long time dead. So I’ll take a deep breath, just begin, What I write often is not my choice, I’ll simply write straight from my heart And perhaps I’ll find my voice.