Oh I should have known better
Than to steal
The faith
From her trembling
Upper lip
Just as she
Found
The words
To her silence
I, of all men
Should be
Ashamed
As her pupils exhausted
The last flames
Of self doubt
But I couldn’t help
But sing
Along
As she
Pressed
Her
Knuckles white
Against
The mike
Stand
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