Single Moms are tough

The CALL

I can hear voices everywhere

A shout of a soul and a kind whisper

I can hear some cry of complain

That strikes like a dagger through my vein

I think I am losing my own voice

Because the crowd has this unknown noise

Pitching is quite difficult to do

If you are blocked by your own ego

I feel anxious with every ring

But I have to answer it while smiling

Soon I will unlock all the clue

and will not mind the things that are blue