My soul doth roar!

But where do I turn?

I speak but words do flee me.

I sing but my voice runs quiet.

My soul doth roar!

I dance but my feet lose their way.

I strum music but the notes abandon me.

My soul doth roar and so I turn to pen.

Even though I as a newborn in word,

fail to express my feelings.

Even though my wit fails me.

I turn to pen because my Soul doth ROAR!