To be heard

like the songs of a bird

filled with happy hamonies

and mellow melodies

They sing because they want to

They sing because they're free

But why can't I sing?

Why can't I be me?

They tell me no! Stop!

I can't carry a tune

They laugh at my voice 

They say that it's crude

But I don't care what they say

I am going to be heard

I will sing when I want to

I will sing like a bird