I’ve Got to Sing My Song Oleta Adams

I know it's late
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 gotta use it!
Or lose it!
I just can't stand to refuse
Chance to do what I gotta do
I've got to sing my song

Sing the hatred into love
Sing a praise to the man above
Sing the tears into a smile yeah
Sing until I feel
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, I'm chosen me because
I’d be nothing
If I couldn't sing
My song