With a half torn look
she brings the microphone
softly to her lips
and for the first real time
we get to hear that voice.
In front of an audience
she sings her glorious ballads
I swear she was born for this night.
Eyes affixed in adoration
the volume grows around her
we try to sing along.
The bright stage lights
highlight the wonderful performer,
just yesterday we were writing songs
and now tonight, she’s singing
about her brilliant life
strung out here before us.
The dedication in our eyes
I can remember a time
when she was unrecognized,
the competition taken personally
from a place where
her confidences were waining
not believing just how amazing
she looks up on that stage.
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