I am loud and my sound is crisp. I hear the bad things.
I speak her voice loud and clear
Her song flows through me.
The truth becomes me
her truth;words only she and I know.
Sound travels through me good and bad.
I speak wisdom and kind words
As if it is the only thing I know.

Now she knows my voice. She listens to me.
She needs everyone to hear us
to know her pain and frustrations.
Her voice dances across me; she enjoys the freedom.
I hear her cry and I respond sincerely.
I comfort her.
I help her finish her song, not quite there she still has work to do.
Her cry is loud, her voice will be heard. They listen to her with my help
like a crowd wanting more.