Part of Me

February 13, 2015

Voices sound all around

Filling the world with sweet music

An opinion here,

A shout there

All mixing in the air

Pitches rise and falls

One the loudest of them all

While others can barely speak

Their voices a little squeak

They all come to me

With their stories and foes

And I hear them, hear them

And let them all go

I let the fears and the hate

Keep passing by

And I hold onto the pride,

The fire in the eyes.

Some turn away while others remain

But still, I am the same

I am the listener,

I shall hear you speak

Just hold up your head

And talk to me

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