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"The Melody"
An audience stands before me,
my heart begins to race.
Everything seems normal,
as my mind begins to pace.
The keys begin sounding,
a tune I know so dear.
I open my mouth to sing the song,
but nothing do I hear.
Pure terror moves inside me,
my brow begins to sweat.
As I scan over the crowd,
my soul begins to fret.
My mouth closes quickly,
to never sing a tune.
To never sound of robins,
on a spring afternoon.
Fear overwhelms me,
and the coward takes control.
A dream I know I can fullfill,
has now been eaten whole.
I turn away from my dream,
my destiny to complete.
The talent I contain,
is running in retreat.
The melody of this dreamers heart,
is to never be sung again.
For the melody only sings within,
and there its always been.
