Rozlyn Sorrell: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

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 this voice
No matter how long it takes
No matter how hard the breaks
I?ve got to use it or lose it
I just can?t stand to refuse
The chance to do what I?ve got to do
I?VE GOT TO SING MY SONG

CHORUS:
Sing the hatred into love
Sing the Praise to that man above
Sing the tears into a smile
Sing until I feel this is all worth while
Sing it high sing it low
A symphony within my soul
Sing it loud, make it clear
Sing so everyone can hear
I feel Lord; I'm chosen and may be 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
You expected me to settle down
I?m not ignoring what you had in mind
Neither do I want to sound unkind

Before I give up, I?ve got to live up
To the challenge to sing my song
I?ve got to cut loose the apron strings
Oh, I?ve got to sing my song
All I want to do is:

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