Publisher's Synopsis
I am special. My mother always told me this. My voice has power. From the moment I could, I sang. The songs I sang had power. That is how I came to be here in this small, gray cell. Now, I am mute. I cannot sing, or even talk. I try and there is nothing. I don't know what they have given me, or done to me for this to happen. Singing is magic. Singing makes thing happen. It can change your way of thinking, it makes you smile, laugh, weep, and more. For some, like me, singing is life. For some, like me, singing brings death.
