I am just one tiny voice
in this big huge world, all surrounding.
Hands outstretched and reaching
Prayers whispered in tears unending it
seems...
Soft voice to a yell, still
unheard?
Legitimate issues, genuine scars.
Try to force a smile.
No complaints, why bother?
Sometimes, I feel so small...
We live out each day to its full
keeping our worries hidden.
Does anyone hear us if we whimper?
Or is our voice only muffled by the din?
If each tiny voice from deep within
spoke up with good intent...
Just possibly,
Maybe....most certainly...
Our voices might just find that solace
in the comfort of its being found and listened to
by others who once felt just as small as you do now
by others who once kept silent
Reach out, grasp the air
find flight and hope...
Because, someone might just hear you
and find their own hope as well
It might just make their whisper
lost all of its fright
to take a stand on untried legs
and to find solace in others of like mind
who would never have spoken at
all
if not for you :)