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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.