What
it
is
that
makes
us
so.
It’s
not
about
what
you
did,
But
what
you
do
For
those
with
undiscovered
voices,
Those
who
walk
in
shoes
you
outgrew.
You
are
the
keeper
Of
countless
Clear
Convictions,
No
less
loud
in
their
Inherent
calm.
I
say
I’m
proud
Without
ever
saying
why—
What
it
is
that
makes
me
so.
My
words,
Just
shades
of
what
I
Mean
to
say,
They’ll
never
be
enough,
But
they’re
all
I
know.
By
William
Soldan
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