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Oct. 14th, 2011 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythSing, my dear, oh sing out loud. Sing for the city streets, for the roar of the traffic, for concrete and steel. Sing for the hum of people, the warm sidewalks, the glow of lamplight in the evening.
And sing, my dear, sing for the lost boys and girls in the alleys, sing for the strays, for the ones who have nowhere to go. Sing for them like you are a bird, like you are a sparrow guiding them home again.
And sing for yourself, so you do9n’t get lost. Sing to know where you belong, sing louder than the hum, than the roar, than anything around you. Just sing, sing, sing until you can’t, until your lungs hurt, until you’re dizzy with the noise.
And then keep singing because you must, because the world needs more songs, because the song is a part of you, it is held in your heart and simply waits to be released.
So sing.
And sing, my dear, sing for the lost boys and girls in the alleys, sing for the strays, for the ones who have nowhere to go. Sing for them like you are a bird, like you are a sparrow guiding them home again.
And sing for yourself, so you do9n’t get lost. Sing to know where you belong, sing louder than the hum, than the roar, than anything around you. Just sing, sing, sing until you can’t, until your lungs hurt, until you’re dizzy with the noise.
And then keep singing because you must, because the world needs more songs, because the song is a part of you, it is held in your heart and simply waits to be released.
So sing.