Voice of the Crowd
Reflection
In the midst of faces, one voice rises above,
A figure of focus, amidst the blurred throng.
The microphone stands, a symbol of power and might,
As he speaks, his words echo through the light.
His curly hair, a wild mane that frames his face,
A testament to the passion that drives his pace.
The leather jacket, a shield of strength and resolve,
Protects the heart that beats with conviction and soul.
The crowd watches, their eyes upon his every move,
As he speaks, his message begins to improve.
The world is hushed, in anticipation and fear,
As he voices the hopes and dreams that they hold dear.
In this moment, he is the voice of the crowd,
A leader, a messenger, a heart that's proud.