The Voice of Write

It started with a voice, that manifested in choice
Left or right doubts linger in head, left to write instead
Of some self relevance that lead only to parental obedience

(Ohh, ohhh, ohh) How do you find yourself
When your self exist in someone else
You stay hungry and you thirst
Until you find what makes you smile first

Now you cannot fake, the extra beat your heart aches
Left in sight the right to write with ink and lead,
Self prevalent, present relations now push aside parental deviations

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