Colors of My Voice

I manifest the colors of the wind.

With aid from the divine gifts within.

I’ve been sent here for a reason.

In cohesion, with highest source of love.

I cry to the heavens above.

As the radio can be teasin’.

How can I change the world with just a small windpipe?

A chance of which I’ve been dreamin’.

Really the shades I spew can be piquant.

Original melodies warm as the summer season.

You can see the vibrance in my annunciation.

Gifted in wise coloration.

Bittersweet neatness of the words I write in meekness.

It can be appreciated by the speechless.

Vivid pigment spills from my vocal reaches.

A beautiful foundation, the creator gave freely.

This art-form chose me.

The ability to reach heights only cyan could see.

The notion to warm hearts like yellow sun peeks.

The vigor and mystery brings out the fuchsia in my cheeks.

Power.

Creation.

Happiness.

Harmony.

Faith.

Dignity.

Truth.

These are the hues.

This is what the colors of my voice can do.