The Forgotten Chorus

The middle child, a quiet hum, Lost in the echoes, never quite in the sun. Two bright stars, a family's focus, Leaving the middle one, a forgotten chorus. A heart that yearns, a soul that aches, For a hand to hold, a love that takes The loneliness away, the silent plea, For a moment's notice, a chance to be. But whispers turn to shouts, a desperate cry, For a connection, a reason to try. A rebellion blooms, a fire ignites, In the empty spaces, where love takes flight. Cigarettes and liquor, a hazy embrace, A temporary escape from this lonely space. A world that spins, a blur of fading light, The middle child, fighting for their right. To be seen, to be heard, to finally be free, From the shadows of silence, a soul to be. A heart that yearns, a spirit that fights, For the love that shines, in the darkest of nights.