A time to cry

A time to cry

Blessed with a voice
I find myself silent
Breathing beneath them
The call of mankind.

Blessed I would be
If I only had courage
If I would be likable
If I would be more.

Yet I find myself stranded
Alone without a word
‘cause the great voice has spoken
‘cause I’ve been unheard.

So I walk along,
Blessed with nothing else
Than a clean state of mind
And a competence to myself.

Not sure what to think of this one.
I think the subject is good..
It's not your best work.

Overal it ain't your best work indeed
but i really love the second part.

I guess this one is more written in an emotional state. Thanks for the comments.