Where Is My Own Voice

Where is my own voice,
what do I really want to say?
I am me and only a no-one,
who will the piper pay?
Who will want to listen,
to these jumbled up ideas?
Who feels my emotion,
or understands my fears?

Why do I want to write,
what words come to mind?
Why should I openly express
what, inside myself, I find?
Who wants to experience,
to see the pictures that I write?
I feel full up with indecision,
As I sit down here alone tonight.

What can I give to each person,
that may end up judging me?
How can I create a vision,
and help everyone to see?
I want to reach out and touch
troubled souls, those feeling lost;
For I have traveled a journey
and I know just what the cost.

You have to be very brave to share
the thoughts within your head,
But after all you’ve just one life,
and in truth you’re a long time dead.
So I’ll take a deep breath, just begin
what I write often is not my choice,
I’ll simply write straight from my heart
And perhaps I’ll find my voice.