Voice

by Harry

Submitted by Andrew Green
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I called my name it echoed back
It sounded down the lonely track.
I made the journey all alone
To find a voice that I could own.

Who would hear my anguished call?
Was anyone there who’d hear at all?
How could I give my feelings voice
Strike perfect chord, make perfect choice?

Plaintive cry of abandoned child?
Abrasive, angry or quieter; mild?
Serious, thoughtful, say what’s meant?
Or play for laughs and merriment?

Take moral high ground, lecture, preach
Or tone it down yet quietly teach?
Forget all rules, be sloppy; cheat
Or be meticulous and neat?

Roar of a lion or grunt of bear?
Scare you stiff and prick up your hair?
Or a gentler, quieter rhythm keep;
Ethereal, light but the meaning deep?

I called my name it echoed back
It sounded down the lonely track
I heard my name, it took some time
But now the voice I hear is mine.

I have a voice and out it rings.
I’ve found my voice; a poet sings.
I hear my voice, it took some time
But now the voice I hear is mine.

So hear my voice it calls to you
I know my voice I’m calling you.
Each find your own and let’s all sing
A hymn of praise to everything.

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