River of Gold Ocean of Blue: a boy's reflection on his transitioning voice

My voice, it's all I've ever known.
My instrument, a constant as I've grown.

A friend that I can depend upon, a way to express what I feel.
It can make people smile and cry, this gift it is so real.

A river of gold, it's what makes me shine.
But what if it were to dim or change? to lose this gift of mine?

What would be left, How could I express, what would they see?

Without my river of gold ,what is left of me?

This journey of life I'm on, is truly so exciting.
New feelings and changes, new opportunities to embrace.

A little boy no more, the unknowns are frightening,
and to lose my golden light, this is so hard to face. 

They say it will change, they say to hang on.
They say at the end, my voice will be strong.
 

My river of gold will fade,that is true,
And instead in its place... they say a deep ocean of blue.

River of gold, ocean of blue,
Both perfect expressions of the voice so true.
Nothing is broken, just a different hue,
the song that was there still lives in you.

The river constricts, the gold slowly dims, 
I search for the notes, as I continue to sing. 
 

through the shallow stream I swim on and on, 
Hoping to find new notes  before too long.
 

It widens and deepens, getting bluer with time,
As I get more used to this, this new voice of mine.
 

This new instrument, as I learn to control,
a deep vast blue ocean, may again make me feel whole.

A new chapter is written, a new journey begins.
A child now grown up, hear how I sing...

My new ocean of blue, lets me show my feelings inside,
like the river of gold did, when I was a child.

They still smile and cry, this is still just as real,
This new voice of mine, still lets me show what I feel.

This ocean of blue, so much to explore,
The depth of these feelings, so beautiful, so raw.

My voice, an ocean of blue,
So strong and expressive, found as I grew.

And that river of gold, that child long ago, 
stays with me forever, wherever I go.

New rivers of gold, I hear every day,
So precious a gift  for each boy as they play.

But I hear their concern, they know it will change,
Their gift of gold, will fade as they age.

But I try to remind them, to assure them it's fine,
what will come later, can still make them shine.

So keep singing throughout the journey anew,
And that river of gold will become an ocean of blue.

River of gold, ocean of blue,
Both perfect expressions of the voice so true.
Nothing is broken, just a different hue,
the song that was there, still lives in you.