to be heard is to be free..

as i sit here and listen to the birds early morning song
i stare at a blank sheet of paper
i can draw a line or write a word
this is my canvas
what marks are made are my thoughts feelings and emtions no body elses but mine
no two people see the world alike
everyone has a voice
everyone want to be heard at some point
i always wanted to be heard
i played my music loud
i screamed until my lungs bleed
i wrote things
as im doing now
with almost a blank mind
there was a time i wanted to be heard
i cant help but think of yesterday i just wanted to be heard
now im being heard
today im being heard
with the world before me
all these people at my feet
thanks to this site i am now heard..

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