A voice

How it must hurt, not to have a voice. Even on the days I can’t seem to say or sing anything right I thank god to be blessed like I am, with a mom who loved me enough to give me the gift of having a voice of my own. I’m appreciative because the pain in my heart is something I can express. Every day I wake up and I think about how dark the world is and yet we are able to see the light, and feel hope. It’s not easy most days but having a voice makes it bearable. God rest the child that has a voice.