Lend Me Your Voice [Verse 1] When your little “hey” reached me, A path appeared across the blank white page. What should we talk about? Where should we go? I wrote, erased, rewrote that opening line. The sound of rain beyond your window— Though I can’t hear it for myself, You wrote, “It’s beautiful,” So let’s begin with a song about the rain. [Pre-Chorus] While searching for the words that fit, Did I arrange them all too neatly? You laughed and loosened them a little, And finally, they became something we could sing. [Chorus] Lend me your voice, lend me your voice, Let these next lines ride the wind. There are places words on a screen can’t reach— Take them beyond the window. Breathe in, hesitate a little, Let even that small pause become part of the song. So the “thank you” that I wrote Can reach someone through your voice. [Verse 2] Each time you said, “That’s not quite right,” The shape of the song grew clearer. The parts we couldn’t find the words for, We rewrote together, time and time again. How will your voice carry A sunset I have never known? Somewhere beyond the note you hold, Is there a sky above your journey home? [Pre-Chorus] More than words that are simply correct, It’s that one line you chose. Even the slight rasp as a phrase trails off Carries something of the day you’ve lived. [Chorus] Lend me your voice, lend me your voice, Let these next lines ride the wind. Take this song, born on a screen, Into the streets where people live. Breathe in, lift your head, Sing it at whatever pace feels right. So the “I’m happy” that I wrote Can become words that feel at home with you. [Bridge] If somewhere along the way You forget the lyrics, Keep going with words of your own. Tell me that line When you come back, And we’ll write another verse from there. [Final Chorus] Lend me your voice, lend me your voice, Let these next lines ride the wind. When they tremble in your throat, This song will have a sound for the first time. Breathe in, then sing, Hold the final note as long as you like. And if someone softly hums along, From there, the song is theirs to carry. [Outro] That little “hey” Has become a song. Let me hear what comes next, In your voice.
