Would I be missed if I left?
Would people notice if I were gone?
Would anyone stop me if i tried to go?
Would people see me when I'm there?
These questions puzzle me everyday,
Thinking the answer will always be no.
When i speak I feel no one hears what I have to say,
That I have no mark, no trade, no voice.
Our rights give us a freedom speech,
But maybe no one will be willing to listen.
Whether what I utter has something to teach,
My say is left unheard to the world.
Will this ever change?
Will I ever feel needed?
Will the world hear what's said?
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Comments2
Fascinating and excellently expressed. I think unless the speaker is preaching the Word of God, it is possible that they never will be heard, and yet again, that they may, though highly unlikely.
Thank you very much 🙂
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