How many songs never sung,
                  poems never written, 
                  pictures never painted,
                  risks never taken,
                  bridges never crossed,
                  romantic words never spoken...
                  locked inside a lonely heart
                  the prison of another’s making...
                  are left unexpressed
                  because somebody
                  shamed us, abandoned us,
                  or perhaps silenced us
                  with a cruel word, 
                  a thoughtless deed,
                  and said or just implied
                  we were not good enough,
                  and tragically
                  we believed them—
                  let this be the moment 
                  we choose 
                  to believe them 
                  no more...and sing, sing, sing.