Woman live

Most of us live with our song unsung — sing it!

Why deny yourself the beauty of the melody that could be sung
When you can savor with relish the taste of sweet harmony by singing
Why should anyone be content with humming in secret
When they can belt out in the open
Why sing the songs of slavery
When you can sing the song of freedom
Why sing to the trees only
When you can sing to the hearts of men
Why die in silence, lying in the shadows of what could have been
When you can renew your youth with a thousand melodies rising from within

This is a call to the unsung woman. Don’t go the grave with your song unearthed. Never call it a day with your song unheard. It’s never over until you have exhausted every musical note written into your genetic code. It isn’t over until you have sung your song!