I was quiet in a world that moved too fast Watching others run while I stayed back They wondered why the words would never come I wondered what was wrong with who I was I was loved and held so close Protected from a world I did not know I learned to ask how I could fit somehow Before I ever asked who I was [Pre-Chorus] Then someone placed some colors in my hands And something in me finally understood [Chorus] I had a voice before I had the words In every line and color, I was heard When I could not say what lived inside of me I drew the things my heart was trying to speak I had a voice before I knew its name Before I learned that different was not shame The child who could not tell the world her pain Was already finding her own way [Verse 2] Crayons became the language that I knew A quiet bridge between the world and me A page could hold the things I could not say And every drawing helped me find my way Years went by and art stayed by my side It became more than something I could make Now I sit with others searching for a voice And help them give a shape to what they carry [Pre-Chorus] Sometimes I see a little light return And I remember why I chose this road [Chorus] I had a voice before I had the words In every line and color, I was heard When I could not say what lived inside of me I drew the things my heart was trying to speak I had a voice before I knew its name Before I learned that different was not shame The child who could not tell the world her pain Was already finding her own way [Bridge] If I could hold that little child today I would not promise everything gets easy I would say, you are speaking even now You do not need the perfect words to be seen Keep drawing Keep feeling Keep reaching for the light What makes you different now May help someone else survive [Final Chorus] I had a voice before I had the words And now I help the quiet ones be heard The road that once made me feel far apart Became the road that led me to this heart I had a voice before I knew its name And I am still becoming every day The child who once was searching for her place Is learning now to meet herself with grace [Outro] Today I turn the page another way Not with crayons, but with music I can make I am still learning who I am But now I know I have always had a voice.
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