I listen to the singer
As he sings his songs
I hang onto every word
As their meaning are so strong
In his voice I can hear
His anguish and his pain
He keeps singing on
Hoping to explain
He just wants someone to listen
Someone to hear his words
For all the things he’s been through
He just wants to be heard
Sometimes his voice begins to crack
As tears roll down his cheeks
His voice starts to quiver
It’s almost hard for him to speak
I listen to the songs he sings
I suddenly come to see
That this life he sings of
Is really no different from you and me
Sure he is a super star
He may appear to have it all
But he’s only a day away
From a stumble or a fall
Sure he has his fancy house
His big expensive cars
But he knows without warning
He could be the next falling star
He hurts just like we do
He feels the pains we feel
He sings the songs of his life
Trying to convey what is real
So he’ll continue to make his music
To us he’ll sing his songs
Hoping that forever
He’ll always have us to sing along
12-31-05/RJH
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