The Singer
A short poem I wrote years ago for my younger brother.
Oh please little boy
Look before the world
That you desperately
Try to separate yourself from
Oh please cry out
All that you have seen
And all that you have been
Oh little boy
Eyes full of wonder and blue
Please pick up that guitar
I know that they all think it to be bizarre
Oh but sweet little boy
Please make them cry
For all that they have not tried
The stage is lite
The rage is on fire
All you got to do
Is step up
Pick up that all you can be
Raise your voice
Be heard to be with herd
Be who you are
Be who you need to be
You are fire
That is so dire
Everywhere you look
They are looking right back at you
Cause they need your desire to light there own life on fire
With a single word
They would be down with a beat
It’s your chance now
It’s your choice
it’s your stage
It’s your crowd
Tell me you are down with me now
This is your life
This is your mic
You are the singer
About the Creator
Autumn Larson
My name is Autumn Larson
I believe in the truth of the heart and hard work.
I want to inspire and touch people's hearts
I am a part time store clerk and full time inspired writer, poet, artist
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