Silhouetted Man An Ode To Chris Robertson
His soul called out to me,
Simply, from his silhouette,
I feel connected to him,
Even though we've never met.
I stood in the crowd,
Completely awe inspired,
His voice was laced with passion,
Filled with everything I've desired.
He's at home up there,
Rocking out on stage,
Through chapters of my life,
He's on every page.
He had me at "Die for You",
Since then, I've been a fan,
I am totally stricken,
With the silhouette, of this man.
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