I want to sing

After watching Celine Dion belt out her heart and her lungs in To Love You More, I've fallen into some kind of dark depression. Because I want to sing too, but I can't. I seem to have the singing genes of either a frog or a crow, I can't quite decide yet.

The gift of singing. A paradox in itself.

If a fairy appeared and asked people what are the talents that they wished they had, I bet most people would wish to be smarter, wiser, more beautiful, or can play an incredibly difficult musical instrument like the saxaphone. Ane there won't be any who wished they could sing. (I mean, why waste a good wish right?)

No one, absolutely no one will waste a good wish on wishing "I wish I could sing". Because most of us figure we can pretty much live without it. It doesn't better our standards of living in anyway. Heck I probably don't mind selling away my ability to sing if 1) I can sing in the first place, and 2) it is transferable.

But hey, when you're at a concert and you hear a sing that moves you almost to tears, at that point, you'll be willing to give up anything and everything, just for the ability to sing and touch people, just by opening your mouth.

For Music sooths the savage beast.

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, Expels diseases, softens every pain, Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.

The power to sing, is the power to give life, joy, peace, comfort, love.

Now can somebody sing to me please?