I have a voice to sing,
but no one is there to hear me.
Echoing back into my ears,
I sing to no one but me.
You have a voice to sing,
everyone is there to hear you.
Reaching out to my ears,
I stayed and listened to you.
I sing, sing, sing,
until my throat screams in pain.
But no one is listening.
I no longer have a voice to sing,
but there you are, singing my song.
You are my song.
I love this, dear, do carry-on; as it beats my inner monologue by A FURLONG.