1/05/2011

They'll Listen

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I sung for you one time and you were so quiet after the song was over. I asked if everything was okay and got silence. I suppose I'm used to receiving nothing as an answer but it still hurt. Eventually you lifted your head and told me you've never heard anything like that in a while, "How do you do it?" 
It was my turn to be quiet. I used to have a dream that I kept chasing. You looked so sad and broken in front of me, so I took your hands in mine. "Listen," I say softly, and you do. That's what makes you the first person I look for when I'm standing on that stage in front of hundreds, thousands and millions.

"I used to be the kid that nobody cared about, you just have to keep shouting until they hear you out."

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