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STOP and listen.

Hear the song that is singing within my heart.

It is desperately trying to break through.

 

Yank me out of the garden in which I have grown my roots.

Plant me in a place filled with sunlight.

The place I currently reside is a place of weeds, overgrown weeds.

I watch people pass by.

Unnoticed.

Before I wither away, let me see a different view

 

Please, be patient.

Do not leave soon; stay awhile and you will hear it.

It just might be the most beautiful song

you will ever hear. 

 

And I will let you hear all of it 

if you say, truthfully, that you will not  lose faith in me,

because, maybe, one day I shall have faith in myself 

and be happy that I played my song for you

all the way to the end.

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