I won't die with my song inside me. I sing every day my eclectic tune. Arms wide, raw heart exposed. I laugh as I make up words knowing I will find my way... and persevere when my sweet song is reduced to a raspy whisper in moments of despair. But I sing.Still I sing, sing, sing. My somg will not be caged. My radiant eyes will give it away. My song has broad flowing wings that effortlessly soar and fill the sky with wild colored sprinkles of me.