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I Sing
I sing because I know what it's like
To hurt, to laugh,
To love, to die.
I sing because I know
that there are people out there
who need me
to sing.
I sing because I like
to help people,
to make them think they're beautiful,
because they are.
Even if they don't know it.
I sing because
I know my voice will reach somebody,
I know my lyrics will touch somebody,
I know my broken cry will move somebody.
I sing because I hurt,
because I bleed,
because there's a hole where my happiness should be.
I sing of footsteps in the sand,
representing memories of long ago.
I sing of waterfalls,
because of the way I fall
with raw power down into nothingness.
Because of the tears I wish I could cry.
I sing of wilting roses,
because I know
that everything beautiful, eventually dies.
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