I am a voiceless singer,
The sky, I try to touch,
The moon, I try to reach.

Must I shout for the world to hear me or better off, notice me?
Must I die, for the world to know I lived a life I never understood?

Maybe my presence is no longer needed. My identity, I have lost.
My dreams forgotten.
Just because I say nothing doesn’t mean I know nothing.

No! I do know something. I know I am unique, a rare breed.
But you see me as just a singer, put on mute by discouraging words from people, who will never understand the danger of being negative.

So all I do is I drown into silence.
I am a Voiceless Singer.