Your Voice

I hear the freedom in your voice,it sounds like chains falling off.
Yes, it's all loud clangs & bangs, like your vocal cords are constantly fighting against reality.
Hoarse from crying,mired in misery, you can't wait till this battles are history.
But how can we hear you if all you offer is nothingness.
How can we draw strength from your pain, if you feign happy befores.
How can we grow in your path, if you barely walk enough to leave a trail behind.
Speak up,
The world is waiting...
Your voice is supposed to salvage us from this fleeting world, but you barely even whisper.
There is so much power in your voice than your weakly mind can exude.
You went through all you did to help people up.
Don't let the insecurities of others weigh you down.
Don't let the vain babblings drown out your thoughts.
Don't let weightless mutters,turn the volume of your voice down.
There is so much content inside you don't let your container put a lead on it.
I know it feels like your voice should not be heard, all the more reason why you should speak.
Your voice is so common to you,you wouldn't realize how beautiful and graceful it is to strangers.
Let your voice flow like water and cover dry hearts, clothed in its experienced pain yet giving joy to the broken.
The Deeper the pain you've been through, the more liberating your voice becomes.
I watched you from a distance fight against every wind life stormed at you, how you constantly fought to keep your head above water.
I saw you get bruised by mutterings, ridiculed by critics.
But I like that you didn't stop,like that you kept at it.
Now your voice, oh the wonders of your voice.
I can only pray you never stop speaking.
Here's your chance(*hands mic*)...