Who I must be

I maybe bold, yes indeed,
For my crimes, I have no plea,
As a bird chirps and a child sings,
I think not of who I am, but who i must be.

A new pen, sharpe but smooth as these words come out
These words sooth me,
For my many thoughts are not smart,
But my brain shall have a heart.

A new chance, for a dance,
I see the lights for eternity,
They call but I refuse,
To my own desire, then I will go.