I’ve Got to Sing My Song (Live) Oleta Adams

I know it's late
I couldn't wait to call you on the phone
'Tis been a while since I've been home
All of this was my own choice
'Cause the man upstairs has given me this 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
Chance to do what I gotta do
I gotta sing my song

Sing the hatred into love
Sing a praise to heaven and above
Sing the tears into a smile yeah
Sing into a feeling
This is all worthwhile

Sing it high, sing it low
Sing from deep within my soul
Sing it loud and make it clear
Sing so everyone can hear
Could it be Lord, chosen me because
I'd be nothing if I couldn't sing my song