I used to know a kid. She was 10 or 11. She was sick. A throat cancer had taken her voice. I gifted her the ability to talk and sing. She cried to me often how she was wishing to sing to her parents. It was hard to listen. But I was her audience. The only one in fact. She soon grew sick again. 

I worried so much,so I made time to visit her every night. To listen to her singing. I always told her that her parents would be proud. Soon enough her dreams were gone. I never let her voice slip from my mind. Every time I think of her I hear her sing and cry. I taught her the first song she sang. So in the dreams as I glide in between dream rooms, I tend to sing the song.