STOP and listen.
Hear the song that is singing within my heart.
It is desperately trying to break through.
Yank me out of the garden in which I have grown my roots.
Plant me in a place filled with sunlight.
The place I currently reside is a place of weeds, overgrown weeds.
I watch people pass by.
Before I wither away, let me see a different view
Please, be patient.
Do not leave soon; stay awhile and you will hear it.
It just might be the most beautiful song
you will ever hear.
And I will let you hear all of it
if you say, truthfully, that you will not lose faith in me,
because, maybe, one day I shall have faith in myself
and be happy that I played my song for you
all the way to the end.