Everyone has a wonderful song in their heart…
Even those with a weak voice and those hurt by hate.
Those who can sing a good song are here to uplift
Anyone who is down. Your own voice is a gift
To be shared with the world. You are not here by fate.
Each of us is unique, and we all play a part.
You may know of my story. We toys all agree
That helping one another is the only way.
There’s no other alternative but to make fear
Our main source of fulfillment. Why live the austere
When we’re all here to cherish those with whom we play?
If your squeaker is broken I’m the one to see.
Toys of flesh live in turmoil. In times of distress,
Only those without honor would let it go on.
But, in fact, toys have rights… even ones who have souls.
Sing a song of excitement and one that cajoles
Every fiber of life to look toward the new dawn.
There’s no reason to stress. Just engage the process.
I am nervous by nature, but I do maintain
There are times best for speaking out with a loud voice
In a manner most unified as is our strength.
Those who hold us hostage will go to any length
To keep hope in a stranglehold There is no choice
But to do what is needed to rid us of pain.