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The sound was what I waited for, 
 
no focus on the rest. 
 
No focus on the days before, 
 
no focus on their test. 
 
 
This was a sound that inspired, 
 
inspired me to my core, 
 
an inspiration which I crave, 
 
and shall crave forevermore. 
 
To inspire another is my request, 
 
though this request, 
 
yet to be blessed, 
 
in my heart I have it stored. 
 
 
I dared not voice my feelings then 
 
for fear I'd be in jest, 
 
but substance' roar, 
 
as mind did soar, 
 
those feelings I confessed. 
 
 
The sound a distant echo now, 
 
I fear no more, 
 
buried at my core 
 
feelings once surppressed.

Freedom, unexpected