You get to discover what's beneath again,
You get to catch the note of your true sound;
Do you remember
Your voice being out and clear?
When you were young,
When you were bold,
Reckless and
Free;
Craving for adventure,
You went out in the world
To feel its joys,
To hear its pains;
But then somebody taught you
To be careful, to be humble,
To shut your voice,
And keep silent.
And now you see,
You understand;
To shut your voice was
To kill you.
You get to discover it all over again,
You get to catch the note of your true sound;
Keep talking,
Keep singing,
Keep shouting if you will,
Remember your voice being out and clear.
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