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The microphone, there it stands,  waiting for you to sing,
All of your feelings, to come out, hopefully to touch someone,
The microphone, stands alone, looking out onto the theatre, stadium, in front of all those empty seats.

The miles you've traveled, your life experiences, waiting go be sung, your love for music, all waiting to be shared,  someone in the audience is going through something, they have come to hear you sing, the words will change their life, sometimes bringing a tear. 

The microphone, is your tool, your voice is the gift from Heaven above, years and years, of singing, writing, the microphone has always been your companion,  it's time to step up to the stage, let the world go, just close your eyes, deep breath, bring everything you've been given over the years to the stage,  look out into the audience, see the smiling faces, they are here to hear you sing, Trisha yearwood, that Georgia girl is inside you, let's bring her out..

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