Background

The stars don’t burn, if I am not
For I have time, I listen hearts.
And when the storm starts all again,
I am the only one listening them.

One drawing cannot get to life,
If I don’t give myself upright.
For even if they’ll see me not,
I am still there, beneath the plight.

The echo would not have a voice
If I’d not stay there trembling.
For even if I don’t do much,
I do see smiling hearts cursing.

They do not really know to whom
The praises are all raised upon.
With those I wouldn’t want to talk.
But still I do listen to them…

The actual someone telling stories,
Is who I am… the Background.
But there is someone telling stories.
And that’s actually me… the Background.

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