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by Tamela Johnson   Aug 30, 2004


Dreams seem to fade washed up with the thought of it. Lack of courage to pursue it and the support to even do it, but with a voice that can shake mountains with one melody And cheer a sorrowful heart. Doubtfulness tends to take control think you'll never behold the feeling of breathing a breath and sing a song from the heart on a stage where everyone take home a part of it that touches the heart that part they seem to hum even after the performance is done that mark it leaves and the great feeling that takes over me with every melody. See for me singing is like breathing and it's a gift I long to share but scared to do it.

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