Vocal Tragedy

by ♪Unseen♪   Oct 26, 2005


She's a singer,
wanting to be heard.
Her voice is soft and low.
She can't get that high.
So she isn't a Soprano.
When she sings,
her mind goes blank.
She focuses on the words.
She is not alone,
when her voice carries.
Her ranges,
they don't vary.
On stage she is herself,
Unique.
She isn't really pretty.
But her voice is raw with emotion.
It's full of feeling.
When she's singing,
She's beautiful,
She's graceful.
She's an alto.

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