Singular way to express hirself - here's the ground
Single voice in the air, attention - it is found ;
Nobody trusted into hir, hear - I love it
No-one has been believing hir choice - it's a hit !
Coyed, timid by hir moves, ze will one day surely
Shyly shine bright under the lights, with energy.
That day has been coming up to now and this show,
The very moment he took the mike and made "Wow !"
Sweat running over brows, sweet smile around hir face
Ze bows for hir public after singing with grace
Hir past sorrow and hir longings before tonight
When ze has been asking for tight sights, but went slighted.
For hir, every moment has been a hefty fight ;
In a minute ze will be fulfilled, hand delighted ...
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