A Song

Sure, I'm in the middle of a hectic night and the computer doesn't want to work and I'm not ready for the weekend. So what happens? A song comes into my head. Sort of a Broadway dance number. So I have to put it somewhere to get on with my night.
You Gotta Sing!
Nobody said it had to be easy,
Just 'cause you're born with a song in your heart.
No one predicted it all would be breezy,
Everyone tells you it's rough from the start.
But, if you gotta sing,
Then you gotta SING!
That music is in you,
Its got to get out.
That music that's in you
Leaves little doubt,
That you. . .gotta. . . SING!
You gotta breathe. . .I gotta sing!
You gotta greive . . .I gotta sing!
You gotta laugh. . . I gotta sing!
Go take a bath . . .After I sing!
Life's full of questions,
Not many answers,
Most folks must walk
There aren't many dancers
Of all the questions that life can bring
That vex the pauper as well as the king
My personal answer is an obvious thing
I . . .gotta . . .SING!

Needs work, but at least I wrote it down while my mind was still sort of working.
Night ya'all