I've Got To Sing My Song - Oleta Adams

I know it’s late

I couldn’t wait to call you on the phone

'tis been a while since I’ve been home

All of this was my own choice

'Coz the man upstairs has given me this voice

No matter how long it takes

No matter how hard the breaks

I’ve gotta use it!

Or lose it!

I just can’t stand to refuse

Chance to do what I gotta do

I gotta sing my song

Sing the hatred into love

Sing a praise to heaven and above

Sing the tears into a smile yeah

Sing into a feeling

This is all worthwhile

Sing it high, sing it low

Sing from deep within my soul

Sing it loud and make it clear

Sing so everyone can hear

Could it be Lord, chosen me because

I’d be nothing

If I couldn’t sing

My song

By the way may I say thank you

For the love you’ve shown

All of these years since I’ve been born

Papa thought I was college-bound

And you expected me to settle down

I’m not ignoring what you had in mind

Neither do I wanna sound unkind

Before I give up!

I gotta live up!

To a challenge to do my thing

I gotta cut loose the April strings

Oh I’ve gotta sing my song

(All I wanna do is)

Sing the hatred into love

Sing a praise, to the heaven and above

Sing the tears into a smile ye-aaaah

Sing into a feeling

This is all worthwhile

Sing it high, sing it low

Sing from deep within my soul

Sing it loud, and make it clear

Sing so every one can hear

Could it be Lord, chosen me because

I’d be nothing

If I couldn’t sing

My song