SING
In my escape of this world,I tend to sing a song.
The rhythm of a melody,
Justs seems to make me strong.
In my escape into the realm.
Into this thing called life.
I belt out a tune or two,
and all my strength egnites.
And through the power of a song,
my soul comes pouring through,
The want, the need to hear applause.
The want of me in you.
And through space and time,my voice resounds,
to other distant worlds,
Into the darkness, and unrehearsed,
my voice fills up the earth.
And in the future when I'm no more,
My voice will still resound.
Up in the heavens where I exsist,
crossing all light years and bounds.
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