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Feb 2010
i envy

those who sing
with their souls exposed,
for they are free
to hate the world...
screaming their anguish
in a melody
that rips through deafened hearts,
letting their tears flow
in harmony with words of despair...

I envy them

for they are heard,
emphatized by others
who have lost their identity
and found them in a song
that screams for help
disguised in hatred...

I envy them because

they are appreciated,
as every tune is felt...

they are loved,
as the song
reaches its final beat...

they are remembered,
as they echo through
the very being of
those who are touched

i envy them..

they are alive.
Written by
Francis Ganuelas
804
     Ann M Johnson and D Conors
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