Into the Cave I Went
Into the cave I went,
Clueless and rather small.
Voices, laughing, crying,
I didn’t know where I belonged at all.
I never saw myself being involved
With a crowd of musicians so broad,
But after a while I found a room
Where I could finally feel safe.
It’s wonderful to think of how
You would be in a position so great
And full of others that can grab your hand
And teach you how to count to eight.
Year by year I submerged myself in
Rhythm and melody and harmonies alike
And I even began doing it outside of the cave
That at first didn’t seem like it would be so bright.
But I have a place
And I’m an important face
Among a type of race
That is like a touch of grace.
I have a name,
I’m not the same,
And I learned how to tame
The very thing I like to call a game:
Life.
I know what I want even when
Everything seems to be falling
And falling and falling and falling.
Nothing is stopping.
It feels so heavy to be
In a spot where you need
To grow up.
Adult.
But because I held my breath,
Walked in,
And learned something new,
I have been inspired to inspire.
All because of music
And the director that
Gave me the gift of
Having hope.
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