He was one in a mass so big and loud
His voice unheard, a murmur in the crowd
A meek, little creature scared of the hordes
He felt so small, at the point of million swords
For fear is a foe to those not bold
With a story to tell and a message to be told
Their legs may tremble and hands turn cold
And their burning words will go untold
To be heard by the ones who’d drowned him out
To be seen by the ones who’d made him doubt
He willed his wits, to leave not now
And gathered his nerve, to roar somehow
So to the gentle souls who deserve to be heard
Let your voice soar and inspire the herd
Stand up straight, poised, for all your scars
Moonlight drowns all but the brightest stars
Written By: Kaveesha Vidushinie
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