I have not been shouting.
But I have been laughing, crying coughing and talking.
Like a kitten I used to play with him,
All along I thought I had my voice.
But You stole my real voice when I was young, cute and naive.
Give me back my voice!
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He doesn\’t know who I am.
Honesty is my number one principle and love my number one value.
I see you as family, treat you like a mother and most of all my best friend.
Like a kitten I used to play with him.
Little did I realize, you could never replace our playfulness.
Give me back my voice!
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He doesn\’t know who I am.
You built a bridge with the most strongest material on earth called Trust.
A brigde that separates me and the man I call my father.
Like a kitten I used to play with him.
Little did I realize, you could never replace our playfulness.
Give me my voice back!
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He doesn\’t know who I am.
Every step I take to cross that bridge, you take a longer step making the brigde longer.
Oh I wish one day I will make a longer step than you.
Hopefully it will not be too late for him to know who I am.
Like a kitten I used to play with him.
Little did I realize, you could never replace our playfulness.
Please give me back my voice
I am not pleading.
Give me back my voice!
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Pen it Down With Wambui Kirung\’e.
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