The following is a newer version of a song written by me, called My Voice.
As might go without saying, I’m not singing about myself in this song and rather, attempting to help raise awareness of the plight of those who can’t speak up.
Lyrics:
Where is my voice
Why can’t I speak
Where is my voice
Why can’t I speak
I’ve been accused of poverty
And my rights, they do nothing for me
For all I’ve known is prejudice
Societal cleansing
And my future is about as bleak
As the block on which I’m standing
Where is my hope
For something real and fair for all, this I
This I don’t know
When I see
All the hate around, passed down, passed down
It hurts
It burns deep
And I know the hate is fabricated
Separation instated, premeditated
But it seems so real
Being right, right in the middle
I can say when there is war
Where there should always be peace
The cause of it can stay behind the scenes
I see we’ve been fooled
But how can I motivate you
I’ve been labeled the fool
But you and I we carry the jewel
And I can show you the way
But you must trust in my intentions
You must trust in my intentions
You
You can give me a voice
Become aware
Before you make the choice
Of who to trust
They feed on ignorance
