From Art of Mind II: All In
*Unsung*
It’s sad how narrow a voice can travel,
Even with the Range of a Soprano —
Just because so many doors are closed.
There’s only room for so many Divas…
You can belt your heart out and shatter glasses
but you cannot crack Ear-Muffs…
You’re a superstar blending with the rest of the masses,
It seems that’s just tough luck.
There’s a voice as pure as Norah’s,
With a pitch that cannot be made clearer…
Yes, Somewhere — there is Someone Singing:
And No One is around to hear her.
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