Unsung Symphony
Jacob Ong​
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I wish we could grow trees — ​
wherever we wanted ​
The way we impart stories ​
that cultivate the minds ​
of those who listen intently
Maybe we can share ​
a little bit of symphony? ​
To hear the quiet tales, ​
the never-ending possibilities — ​
a dream turned into reality
Defying one’s own fate ​
Is a tune you’ll rarely hear ​
A song left unsung by many — ​
a taboo in this society ​
a feat erased in history
Yet the way you touch ​
and play each key ​
tells us the whole story ​
This time, it is possible. ​
This time, you can.
Knowing me​
​
Why do a stranger’s words ​
bring comfort to my soul?​
Why do they appear​
every time I feel troubled?
It’s a kind of shame​
I can’t repay their kindness​
Even after hours of talking​
I can't recall their name
I still remember their faces​
How they utter each phrase​
The hint of excruciating pain​
That they carry every day
Maybe one day​
I’ll become one of them,​
A stranger to themselves —​
Is a stranger I don’t want to be
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