What if I were very, very sad
And all I did was smile?
I wonder after a while
What might become of my sadness?

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What if I were very, very angry,
And all I did was sit
And never think about it?
What might become of my anger?

 

Where would they go, and what would they do
If I couldn't let them out?
Maybe I'd fall, maybe get sick
Or doubt.

 

But what if I could know the truth
And say just how I feel?
I think I'd learn a lot that's real
About freedom.

 

I'm learning to sing a sad song when I'm sad.
I'm learning to say I'm angry when I'm very mad.
I'm learning to shout,
I'm getting it out,
I'm happy, learning
Exactly how I feel inside of me
I'm learning to know the truth
I'm learning to tell the truth
Discovering truth will make me free.