the sun don't shine the moon don't stir when I'm hiding beneath the table the dogs don't bite the shouting blurs beneath the table When I finally found my voice it was too late to say a thing the terrors that I seen seemed like tidal waves in dreams ------------------------------------- I didn't get all the words . . . but finding your voice is so crucial -- So for me that invites these questions: 1. How do we find our voices IN TIME -- before "it's too late to say a thing" 2. When is it too late? Is it ever too late? 3. Every time we find our voice to declare our truth,we become vulnerable --- it terrifies people who want to silence us. Thus it is easier initially to hide under the table -- but while you're there, under the table, practice practice practice. The caring loving parent, teacher, partner, or friend will open you to your own voice by showing their interest and willingness to listen. 4.