Why, confidence why, Why leave me caged and small. Mediocre creeps in my strength, Settling, a silence in my core My heart encamps fear so heavy, Who can save me from stage misery. Why does my vocal cords choose not to flap? Why does my diaphragm choose not to inflate. One breath escapes so quickly, A sound breathy and falls. The Choir team depend on a voice, The voice of a leader. Whereas, I am sliding slowy away. "I haven't given you the Spirit of fear, but of power, love and sound mind." The Lord says. But when, how, what day? Hoping i have been, Waiting i have not seen, Singing my voice breaks, Lord don't despise me. Give me power, oh GOD Kindle my light, Let it park and bloom. Vocal cords begin to flap your wings. Diaphragm, don’t deflate on me now— Throat, stay in your lane. Don't steal the diaphragm's job. Soft palate, rise like a curtain call, Let the breath be bold, not broke. I don't want to sound nasely. Only if, only if, I could say this and my body could hear me.