Songs I Sing

By Drew Tkac                                                                          

 

Will anyone like, the songs I sing?

Will anyone feel the truth I bring?

When critics frown, do I have worth?

My hidden self has given birth,

For all to judge and appraise

While I wait, anxious and afraid,

That some won’t like the songs I sing.

 

Battles rage inside my brain.

Flow from the heart or recede and abstain.

To risk the hurt of self-expression,

Or bear the ache of self-repression,

Whatever the way, the pain remains the same.

 

Dwindle, wither, and go away.

Never to be seen another day.

Suppress my feelings, run and hide.

Never let anyone inside.

 

Or delve deep in my soul for my own sake,

Then share the wares that I create.

 

My choice is really very clear.

Shout out loud and say, “I’m here.”

To tell my tales, so I will bring,

All the songs, I like to sing.