Song

   The ticking clock, I hear it tick.
I take a seat, I hear my heart as I sit,
  my thumping heart beating away,
      I listen as I wait.

The chirping of the birds, chirping away,
 in a sing song voice, speaking away,
      I myself wish for a voice;
  a voice which sings like the birds.

The clock ticks, my foot kicks the floor,
   My breath, mostly noiseless,
it moves with the ticking of the clock,
    the clock ticks as I wait.

 I wish for a voice, a singing voice,
I dream to sing a song, to have a voice,
   s oon my lips open their seam,
and sing a song I do, a beautiful song.