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Unstaged.


I'm here,

I feel the air fill my lungs

my voice fills the stadium where he stood.

The lights in my face are so bright

I see no one but i hear the voices

calling my name.

Love.

Not love for me,

but for the music that fills their hearts'.

My music, feeding mind, body, and soul.

My music, turning ice to burning passion.

Healing distressed minds,

easing the uneasy.

Influence.

The entire world is watching.

What will they see?

Truth. 

I need not to hold my tongue,

but to reveal words of truth and comfort.

Greed is not an option.

Humanitarian.

Those in the dark, will be lead to the light.

Music.

The universal language of the world,

and I speak it fluently.

'Impossible' only means it's never been done. 

Yet.

 

 

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