Don’t ask me why I’m singing,
’cause I’ll never know the answer.
Why my voice explores its highs and lows,
how it soars and quivers,
how it grows loud
takes every perfect harmony and wrong note into count.
I won’t know why I’m singing
except I’ve been doing it all my life.
And my life has certainly explored its highs,
perfection and imperfection.
Don’t ask me why I’m singing.
I have always been singing.
It’s just about time I let it be heard.