I know I cannot sing
Yet I know the lyrics
And I know the song.
You hear my mom laud my voice
As I sham it to avert her tears
Whilst you keep on conjecturing
That why didn't I sing the other day.
So you bestow me benevolence,
Make me feel alleviated,
Anticipating to hear me sing.
Embracing my hand with care,
You escort me to the stage.
I evoke the lyrics
As I hark back the song
But have all my solicitude
And veneration for you.
So ignoring my heart that has always
Loved you and you only,
How could I sham it off
When you give me the mic
For I cannot sing.
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