i still listen for his voice.
i still look to my left.
i still wait for approval.
i still stand.
i still sing.
but
i am changing.
i have grown.
i will become.
everything is the same, but everything has a different meaning than before.
music. the reality. the definition. the meaning.
i sing for Him and to Him.
but i gain confidence from a hero that has passed.
i look to God for strength.
and i can almost grasp being strong again..
before i fall into the memories.
it's an illness of mine, remembering.
i am constantly weak.
maybe i'll become immune to tears, to hurt.
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