You have become an old cassette tape,
left on one side for far too long,
enduring the pain of silence
because it is familiar,
too afraid to cross to the other side.
Oh, but you have so much potential
and it slips away with each second of dead air.
Cast your fears aside and take my hand.
Let me show you the songs you could be singing.
Let me help you finish your song.
Together, our breath will become the ocean,
churning in our lungs,
our voice will become the wind,
rushing in our throats,
our heart will become the earth,
beating in our chest,
and our love will become the poem
we scream from the rooftops,
so the whole world knows,
that you have finally finished your song.