Karaoké I've Got To Sing My Song Oleta Adams

I know it's late but I couldn't wait to call you on the phone

It's been a while since I've been home

All of this was my own choice since the man upstairs has given me His voice

No matter how long it takes no matter how hard the breaks

I've gotta use it or lose it

I just can't stand to refuse

The chance to do what I gotta do

I gotta sing my song

Sing the hatred into love

Sing a praise that man above

Sing the tears into a smile, yeah sing into a feel this is all worthwhile, yeah

Sing it high, sing it low a symphony within' my soul

Sing it loud and make it clear sing so every one can hear

Well I feel Lord had chosen maybe born

But I'd be nothing if I couldn't sing my song

By the way may I say thank you for the love you've shown

All of these years since

I've been born

Papa thought

I was college-bound

And you expected me to settle down

I'm not ignoring what you had in mind

Neither do I wanna sound unkind

Before I give up

I gotta live up

To a challenge to do my thing

I've gotta cut loose the apron strings

I've gotta sing my song all I wanna do is

Sing the hatred into love, yes I do

Sing a praise to heaven and above, oh, thank you Lord

Sing the tears into a smile, oh

Sing into a feel this is all worthwhile, oh

Sing it high, sing it low a symphony within' my soul

Sing it loud and make it clear sing so every one can hear

Ooh, I feel Lord

I'm chosen maybe born

But I'd be nothing

I said I'd be nothing

Oh, hey, if I couldn't sing if I couldn't sing my song...