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I never knew exactly why she sings.
As beautiful as she sounds…I have never once asked her why.
Instead I just sit and listen.
Sometimes I find myself smiling…at times crying.
It all depends on how it all makes me feel.
I placed my feet into her shoes today.
Immediately I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.
The urge to belt out something spectacular…
Something that I knew that I could never produce through my eyes
So instead I recite with a tune…and maybe a word or two.
I felt as my feet dung into the soles of these shoes.
Back and forth I rocked…side-to-side I moved.
Around…and around...I looked.
All spectators watching on as I sang my song.
Yet no one could see my tears fall.
These dark solid eyes…never once showed any sadness.
My voice never cracked…I always hit the right note…at the right time.
Just keep smiling…look…she is always smiling.
She’s so happy…look at her, isn’t she beautiful?
She is perfection…this is why I have her.
Sure she gets on my nerves…but I wouldn’t trade her for nothing in the world.
But if she is I…and I am her…then it is not she who sings.
It is I who is really closed off from the world
Looking on as everyone come and goes.
Free to live and love.
To grow and to achieve…
While I sit and sway…from side to side.
And rock from front to back.
Around…and around… I look
I have listened to her many times before.
And not once have I ever asked her why she sings.
Is it because I just felt that I had already known?
That it was because she felt like it was just something that she loved to do.
No her beauty blinded me.
I couldn’t understand her reasoning.
She sang because she was happy…
She sang because she was sad…
She sung because she was hoping that I would one day.
Set her free.
But unfortunately that day…just never came.
