She always had some words to choose
That she's never been allowed to use
For years she had so much to say
Muted by an opposing fate
I hope I get to hear your voice again
This fear of free verse
Is a replay in reverse
In her nightmare this crowd turns away
It's a hard truth to take
That her own voice was so restrained
It's a shifting of shape
Not of her own choice to fit in some way
If I try to hush the crowd
Just speak your mind and still be proud
She never had the chance to be heard until now
But when I whisper I should of what she's given to be
So loud
This fear of free verse
Is a replay in reverse
In her nightmare this crowd turns away
It's a hard truth to take
That her own voice was so restrained
It's a shifting of shape
Not of her own choice to fit in some way
If I try to hush the crowd
Just speak your mind and still be proud