If I were Ursula, I'd probably steal a voice
you'd hear me loud and clear
"Who's that boy singin'!"
they'd all go,
hand to their chests
like a heart attack's on the horizon
feelin' my words, feelin' my soul, feelin' my self—
the pain, the love, the truth—
all up inside them bodies
they'd listen
finally
and everything coming out of me would make them see me
It'd be beautiful
and it's a pity we can't choose our talents
or give up some other human thing
for another
'cause, I'd rather go blind...
Take my eyes, good God, and give me a voice
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