i sing
every hour
under my breath,
at the top of my lungs.
i think
every second
about injustice
and the power of love.
i cry
once a day
for lives lost
in needless ways.
an aura
of futility
permeates all,
threatens despair.
yet, i sing
because music
lightens my heart;
takes away the hurt.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
I’d say that’s a good reason to sing.
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Of course I have an awful voice, but that never keeps me from singing.
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I’m right there with you in having a terrible voice, but I agree with you: we shouldn’t let that stop us!
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Beautiful! It is so sad that there is so much reasons to cry though.
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gorgeous, and heartfelt during despairing times
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Thank you so much!
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