A voice
A voice so quiet, so faint, so small
Not even a fly could here it at all.
A voice unrecognized until the years grew on
A voice unlike no other, so powerful, so strong
Not even a hoard elephants could quiet
A voice of a million and growing strong
A voice that started so small and so weak
A voice that now stands tall and prideful
For who he is, he can now say it with peace
A kid no more, must enter the world and see
A voice like his no one can beat.
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