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The Voice

It was like a voice

It told me to wake up,

Get up and get away from the ground.

This is not the place.

This is not the way.

 

It told me you are not insane,

You have so much to play.

We all get discouraged from time to time

We always have people saying it can't done.

Creating interjections like impossible! and undoable!

 

That voice woke me up,

It shook me out and tore me down.

That voice has sung me to sleep

and has screamed at me obscenities.

 

But that voice and that voice alone

has made me, me.

That's why I love her.

She is my symphony, my scene, my hands,

But most of all she is my voice.

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Written by
david-beltran
American
Published
Aug 3, 2011
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