There is a person, not unlike you, or me, somewhere dancing, or singing harmony. He sings it with poise, perfection, and professionalism. He is known world-wide for it.
There is a person, an angel with bent wings, looking for a miracle, among other things. Each day he dresses inconspicuously in his hopes that no one will realize that he is who he is. He prays that he will not be attacked by the ones who hate him, mobbed by the ones who love him, or simply trampled, and torn to shreds, by the world at large.
There is a person, sometimes right, sometimes wrong, putting up a fight. He isn't always sure as to whether he is right, or wrong, but he always stands for something. That something includes his beliefs, his morals, himself, and the American way.
There is a person looking up, and down, swimming in a puddle, trying not to drown. He's frightened of what lies ahead. He's ashamed of what lies behind. He's confused as to what is above. But below is not the way he wants to go.
Hey, did you know? Everywhere you go, there is a person saying, "I don't know."
And he is that person, Jordan Taylor Hanson. He's afraid of the world, but willing to fight it. He believes in himself, and he knows not all the complexities of the world, for he is merely, a person.
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