No one cared,

Until the voice was the same.

Somehow scared,

Only to return from where it came.

The agony a sole voice,

All had this dangerous choice.

To find their own beats,

And not be imitators in the cheap seats.

Paint these walls with self pity,

And what remained of my patience.

Only for it to all make sense,

My silence, their city.

No one seemed to care,

Until the voice was theirs.

And it was even more rare,

When all lost their fares.

…

I love you baby 🖤