If I were allowed to speak once more, what would you have me say to you?
Would my voice still quiver (could you tell if it did)?
Would it give out just when I began to let you know who I am (am I still afraid to let you know)?
These aren’t idle questions, this isn’t speculation (I have given in before).
But today I’ll rise, today I’ll raise the volume even if you still can’t hear me (even if you still won’t listen).
My voice may no longer be sacred, but neither is it scared.
Today I will allow it to acquit myself in front of you.