(poems go here) Do you ever think how
There are so many voices out there,
And how so many of them
Go through life
singing under their breath--
Waitng, hoping somebody will hear them
And ask them to speak up,
Because they can't do it themselves
Because what they want is to be noticed,
But what they don't want is to have to change who they are
In order to be noticed?
So they go through life, singing under their breath;
Waiting, hoping somebody will hear them,
Hoping someone will glance over and see them for who they are
And tell them that they're wonderful--
Because what they are is wonderful
For not compromising that voice,
That song under their breath,
In order to have some other voice say it.