I lost my voice, it wasn't my choice
Friends said, 'I'll keep an eye out.'
Like it's their favorite joke
And I laughed right along with 'em
But it made me think, just for a moment
This must be what it's like
To be born without one
What must it be like
To be born without one

Without a voice, in a noisy world
Where the quiet ones are just ignored
And the loudest ones get all the glory
What must it be like to have no voice
In this world

I have a friend who teaches ASL
To people who couldn't hear it
If a freight train sat down right beside them
And I thought, 'How lonely it must feel
To never hear the joke
'Specially when it's on you

My voice'll come back in a day or two
I'll miss it and sharing my point of view
But my friends have heard it
They're happy for the break

And when it's back
I should be a little more eager
To share the voice I have
With someone who has none
To raise the voice I have
For someone who doesn't sound like me

Maybe I could lend an ear, to one whose greatest fear
Is being left out of the conversation
Missing sorrow and elation
Of inclusion and belonging
Someone who's been longing
To belong