I have a voice.
So you once said.
It’s not a choice.
So let’s not pretend.



I use my voice.
But you do not hear.
It does have a noise.
But maybe it’s not that clear.



You've heard my voice.
And the ring of my words.
I feel like I could rejoice.
I feel as magnificent as a bird.



But then I awake.
It was just a dream.
You still don’t hear, but I know it’s fake.
We need to work together as a team.



I’m just a child.
You’re an adult.
My voice is mild.
You hide my words in a vault.



One day you will hear.
And one day you will see.
And from that day on I won’t fear.
As I will be as happy as a bumble bee.