Here

Step up to the mic

Testing one, two, three

Center stage everyone 

Wait, but there are no people to see

 

All of a sudden a voice is heard

“Look around my dear”

So I do, I see nothing, so I reply

“No one cares I fear”

 

“Look around my dear”

Says the voice once more

“It’s no use, there’s no one here”

“Darling, use your heart, your core

 

The most important person is sitting in the crowds”

The person says with a smile, that is kind not wild

“Who might that be? And where would he be?” I ask

“Your father, the one who loves you and made you my child

 

You father the king, he came to see his princess

He came to see his precious daughter” Said he

So again I looked, I looked with faith, with my heart

So the man asked, “Now do you see?”

 

“Yes! Yes! Yes I do see. I see my father

The king who loves me

The house is indeed packed

Yes, yes! I see!”

This poem is about: 
Me

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