The Voice Inside
The gift to sing becomes the voice
Inside of me the only choice
That's heard, that drives
The simple writes that here abide
Though wish we do so hard at times
It could be more to sing the lines
Unsung today, although real close
Is one we'd choose and His we toast
Romantic and so debonair
Velvet a voice we'd like to bare
In song we'd sing to bring you near
Beside a soul that holds you dear
Angelic is what would be sung
From Earth, Heaven Gods only son
Would watch us soar in song and you
With wings pure white given me too
But this gift not ours to use
Is no set back for GOD would choose
A voice given, expressing love
To one he chose and we think of
In sentiment profound we found
Above my voice by leaps and bounds
The voice inside of simple me
The voice of one, Andrea Bocelli
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