Numbers and photographs do not a person make
I'm more than what a paint can say of me
My identity is not in my history
All of the best of me is in my dreams
And if I had a voice, I would sing
And I'd be satisfied
I'd sing away the pain inside of me
Color and shape, I don't wait
I'm more than what a mirror sees of me
I'm not the model type
Most clothes don't fit me right
Maybe I don't fit in with anything
But if I had a voice, I would sing
And I'd be satisfied
My voice would rise above and carry me
I've walked along this path alone
I've seen my share of things
And now it's only I who know what any of it means
If I had a voice, I would sing
And I'd be satisfied
I'd sing away the pain
I could do anything
What freedom it would bring
If I could sing
