You welcomed 2014 with no fear being an option,
I have watched you;
Seen every caption.
You have had a real impressive year.
You sound better,
Have better covers;
I could applaud you.
You lost that cockatiel,
And I felt it for you.
What a whistle!
Sure you were nervous,
But that keeps erasing with practice.
The sound of praises and applause,
Are tastes of what is ever closer.
I cannot help this:
But watch out for those Jezebels.
But who am I to say anything?
I am just saying what I've always wanted to say,
That although I turned without as much of a goodbye,
I sing your tunes all the time.