So much of our breath is wasting, squandered are our words,
We've so much, the more to give them, the less seems quite absurd...
And yet we, in all good conscience, spend each waking day,
Speaking as though spoken-word, spoke all we had to say...
Why ever talk when you can sing?
Are words your only music?
Your music is your everything!
You little bird, you've taken wing!
Now put your heart into it,
And let your voice give your life meaning...
Time is not our only measure, of the here and now,
Your time can make all time a treasure, there's little doubt, here's how,
Just give your all, and everything, to everything you do,
You have got so much to bring, there's so much more to you...
Why ever talk when you can sing?
Are words your only music?
Your music is your everything!
You little bird, you've taken wing!
Now put your heart into it,
And let your voice give your life meaning...
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