Sing

A veil has been lifted.

Images still being sifted.

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Objects I can’t identify.

Blinded by the sun, intensify.

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Can’t see. Sing.

That’s all I can do to bring – 

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order to the madness. 

Drown out the sadness. 

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Words are my song.

Everyday they grow strong.

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After years and tears.

Did I really want to see these fears?

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A cage surrounds me. 

Sing. Sing, can this really be?

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Where does my song go?

Does it plant roots to grow?

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Faint songs come to my ears.

Everything’s so far. Nothing near.

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Then one day a new something has come into view. 

Yes, very new.

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A new bird. A new song. A new cage?

Sing. Turn the page.

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Sing. Words are my song.

Showing words to belong.

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A new song is being sung.

Sing new song. Very strong.

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A clink. 

A blink. 

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Caged birds no more.

But my wings are sore. 

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Can’t fly through the open door.

Sing. Sing your score.

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I hear the melody.

Could it be a remedy?

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Sing. Inside or out.

Leave behind the doubt

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Sing.