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I used to love to sing all night and all day Any song imaginable, played any way I digged the groove, the rhythm pulling deep from within my soul Just to hear my voice relate the beauty of the role I could imitate any singer any style To hear me recreate seemed to always bring a smile It made me popular when I had not been before I believed my destiny was to show the world so much more Then I, myself, Alone, could ever really be All the outside influences That molded and made up me Such a shame, that I Could not find myself Within all the sounds that I Thought were my wealth All I touched and all I’d seen Was really all I’d ever been To such existence, one should not be bound I talked all night, I talked all day Believed my voice would show the way But nothing comes to talkers but sound So busy with all that talking, I had no time to hear Heartfelt advise given to me, a treasure oh, so dear No, I still kept on pondering the notes to make it right My sounds just kept on wandering, till lost, out of site Never took a rest, the resonance it filled the air Had to keep on performing, till the day I’d make it there Where the voices of the popular, talk over joys they explore When I finally reached that destination, my voice it was no more And I, myself, Alone, finally had to see All the outside influences That molded and made up me Such a shame, that I Could not find myself Without all the sounds that I Thought were my wealth All I touched and all I’d seen Was all my life had ever been To such existence, one should not be bound I talked all night, I talked all day Believed my voice would show the way But nothing comes to talkers but sound Silence is golden, this I came to know The sound and the fury is just truly meant for show As painful as it was, I had to relearn the score How to use that which was so precious to me before No longer could I depend on imitating what I hear The power slowly slipping from what I had held so dear Until I beheld a newer tone, so much different from what I’d known Now I believe my destiny is simply waiting to be shown For I, myself, Alone, have recognized what sets me free All the inner positives That mold and make up me Now I realize That to stand I had to fall It really wasn’t such a shame After all All I touch and all I see Is not the total sum of me To such existence, NO ONE SHOULD BE BOUND The reason why I verbalize this way In reply all that I can say This is the true beauty of my sound All I touch and all I see Is not the total sum of me To such existence, NO ONE SHOULD BE BOUND The reason why I verbalize this way In reply all that I can say This is the true beauty of my sound |
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