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For the people out there
Whose memories hang like wind chimes,
And every time they ring
All you can hear is the empty jingle,
I hope one day you can see the collage you designed.
The marks you left
Were not in vain.
They created a drawing you will never see
Because others have stolen it.
Your song is more powerful than you can ever imagine.
I will never know your song,
But I can hear it
Through your words that remain unspoken.
Maybe someday you will hear it too
And realize you knew earth’s greatest artist after all.
It was you.
It is you.
It will always be you.
People will always talk about trivial things,
And you know there’s no stopping them.
But remember that painting you made?
It’s an antonym for trivial.
Those empty jingles are too superficial for you to even care about
Because in the end
You were the bravest of them all.