This is my voice, I can't always control How it sounds when I open my mouth but it can change, And formerly it held a sad tone that made the listeners think I was alone. I was alone; it's not just my voice that revealed that, my actions did too. I was afraid; my voice just wanted to make that known. Now I will write and you will read, Making sure that every barren tree has a seed. My words will let you know that there is still more for you to hear.