Every sound is echoed through the wooden ceiling
shooting planks at all different angles
reverb the noise from us all living children
It is silent.
The tears of faith are strolling down cheeks
Sitting in front of the lives among us
Expressing your soul from the passion you contain within.
You begin to realize, this act effected plenty
Many thoughts and fears along with hopes dreams
or even just a mind that sounds out
Thank you
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