I sing because I know no better
My song usually is an open letter
I sing when you so sweetly beckon
I sing also when heaped with scorn.
I sing when my heart bursts with joy
I sing because I am not coy
I sing when on me sorrows rain
I sing often to forget my pain.
My song is a soulful plaintive cry
My song can also be a battle cry
My song is about you and me
My song is just a piece of me.
When I sing I let you in my heart
When I sing I forget what had torn me apart
When I sing it turns me into steel
When I sing I know how you feel.
Let’s all sing those long forgotten songs
Those full of love and longing songs
That we were once forbidden to sing
Lest someone tells us what to sing.