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I create and manipulate myself
Ingenuity places my thoughts on paper
A diverse and troubled mine generates
I am a young soul with thoughts of her
I'm really not so different
Just a child with struggle like you
There's things I wish I could be
But then I remember my vows to be true
I still remain the same old person
Who produces rhythm and/or rhyme
If I could atleast wield
The power of voice, atleast one time
Then I could be happy
A voice so amazing and unique
Many I admire and praise
So clear and distinct
Announcing their creation
With chorus and enthusiasm
A man with a broken heart
And lyrics that may release him
I was born with a mind for poetry
And a mind naturally unstable
I could be the singer like no has ever seen
If only I was voice enabled.
