A note from a hopeless musician
The birds always have a song to sing
And the wind rushing through the leaves produces a sweet melody
The sound of footsteps tap to a rhythm that many don't notice
And even my own heart has a beat that lives and breathes with me
But them who am I without a song?
Longing to join the chorus but I'm somehow always wrong
My voice dreams to be heard and my mind wishes to be free
But unlike the birds,
I have never found my song to sing
No melody to ring and no rhythm to hold steady
I pray one day I'll find my tune and hope the world is ready
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