It's nighttime in Chicago, at Navy Pier tonight.

The Voice is here; but mine has taken flight.

What's come over me? My heartbeat's on a bed of spikes

I runaway and find my voice under the bed, where it hides

Often cries to itself; it is bad for it's health

"It's a phase, it'll pass," I'll Resay to myself.

A small thief in the wind traps my voice in a jail;

Another scream drops in a bottle where the sound has lost itself.

Being put on the spot, whether it's small or big

Getting a stranger's attention or to sing for a gig

In a show,, with the clique, for the adults and/or kids

Damn, low self-esteem and stage fright have my thoughts in a blur

All eyes are on me, none of them are from a tiger 

Wishing I was bathed in confidence

I image all the differences;

Doors unlock and keys once stolen return like a man's best friend

Maybe now my support would be so much bigger

Than my mind, heart, and voices my mind makes up to listen.