And then he opened his voice,
To let be heard,
The one who stepped out,
A wailing angel who yearned.
He screamed his heart out,
For in that moment he felt bliss,
Though his words oozed with sorrow,
The reverberation in his voice echoed.
For those few minutes,
He muted his brain,
For in those minutes,
He only felt the voice of his soul.
He floated between the light and darkness,
Sifting through with his voice as medium,
The rush overpowering his mediocre human senses,
He transcended into the relm of the creators.
When the music ended,
To demistify the orgins of voice so dear,
Everyone was left wondering,
Would you sing again.
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