All the times you felt the music stir
your soul,
So much that your eyes welled up with
tears,
And you opened your lips in a silent
scream.
You didn't need the applause
Or the compliments from the parents
After the show.
It was so much more than enough
To have someone finally listen
And tell you you could sing.
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