There was a time 

when talking was a crime

the slightest sound was shushed

and friends kept me hushed

I was only given neglect

and being quiet was meant for respect

when I grew older

the world became a lot colder

something was meant to be done

to help raise the sun

when I let the people hear my voice

they all started to rejoice 

my words went pretty far

maybe I'll reach my star


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