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This is my song...
I sing my song gracefully although I have no voice...
I dont choose to sing but every song I s beautiful...
This singing is not usual...
Every melody exiting my body puts a smile on the face of my soul...
Opening my eyes that I refuse to close...
I remember telling myself I was breathless and I would sing nomore...
My heart damaged...
Thoughts racing...
Trapped and confused in a hallway full of doors...
I screamed in anger feeling abused and shocked...
For I couldnt leave every door was locked...
Suddenly I thought Yes! and broke down to my knees...
Looked to the Ceiling preying to the lord asking for keys...
Once again I felt abused and shocked...
Thinking...
Whats going on? why dont these keys work on any locks...
I lost faith...
Stuck realizing I will never be free again...
I sung to the lord although I said I wouldnt sing...
I couldnt control my thoughts so I needed to harmonize...
Each note that fell from my body dropped with a new melody...
Each Symbolizing and helping to resolve different situations...
Suddenly I looked up and noticed a door was open...
Happy but still confused wondering how but not sticking around to find out...
I walked through the door feeling this rush of happiness not knowing that all but one of my problems needs to be cared for...
I walked into another hallway...
Now scared but noticing all but one door was there...
I sung through the grace of my heart...
Releaving my soul...
Releasing myself...
Until no door was closed...
Then I realized the one thing I said I wouldnt do again and I thought I despised...
Was the only thing that helped me in freeing my mind...
I trapped myself...
In my own thoughts...
Telling myself I wouldnt do something every soul needs...
A fresh start with new reason to sing...
I sing frequently now...
Rather im happy and standing up or sad and sitting down...
This is my song...
And I will sing again...
Ive regained faith so goodbye until then...

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