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[kryptonitemonkey]

I am the word, the phrase, the thought, yet to be spoken
I have been created in this place, but yet here I remain
And wait for I know not what, crying to be released
To those ears and mind I have been fashioned so specially for
I yearn for those moments when I shall be free to fly
Straight to the heart I want to go, to be with the one
Who calls to me from even here, spurring me to leap
Perhaps I shall fall on deaf ear and die within the moment,
Yet still I feel the hope, pushing me onward and holding back
I am the word whose time has yet to come into this world
I am the phrase who wishes with all I have to do my duty
I am the thought who cares not for fear, but simply am