I wish for a voice of golden tone
that would rise through the clouds
to the sacred throne,
among the angels and the heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
best known on the air from coast to coast
as mascots of those who shout and boast
about what it means to love this land,
who dictate the times to kneel or stand
as a patriot child of blood and tears,
plucking the strings of our hate and fear.
I\'ve always wished for a velvet voice,
but with the wish comes a difficult choice.
Do I wait for my dream to finally come true?
In my heart I know what I must do,
speak now while courage rises strong,
speak for the poor, address the wrongs
that create the discord, increase the strife
suffocate hope, disregard life.
I have no choice but to speak the words,
say the truth, demand to be heard.
When thoughtful reason comes into play,
perhaps we will know a better day.
But now, in this moment, I am compelled to say
that justice and mercy must lead the way,
that solutions reside, not in pompous words,
but in truth that always demands to be heard
when courage and hope join hands.