FIVE YEARS AND A DAY: SUSAN BOYLE'S BGT AUDITION
How much did it take for Susan Boyle to make her dream come true?
For brave and determined Susan, it took a lot, as written (below) in a warm tribute poem "Five Years Ago," by MollBobbers, in honor of Susan's 5th anniversary.
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When Susan's audition was aired, it must have been an unbelievable shock and thrill for all the home folks, because it had that effect on people all over the world. Susan's audition will live on as a "what just happened" moment in many lives. Something wonderful and unique happened on a TV program, that changed the way, the thoughts, the looks of what people perceive to be the "norm" of the entertainment world and everyday living, as well.
And now after five outstanding years of tremendous music from Susan Boyle, the world is still celebrating Susan's most fascinating and successful journey -- and even that audition video. We, as fans, are so pleased to be part of it.
And to Susan - when you have the most amazing, fabulous voice, mega entertainment talent and the personality to go with it, your journey will go on and on. Nothing, nor no one, will hold you back! So keep taking the great big baby steps, Ms. Susan Boyle, you are doing grand and will never walk alone.
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Meet MollBobbers a Super Moderate on the SBFII fan site. In honor of Susan's 5th anniversary of Susan's famous BGT audition singing I Dreamed A Dream, Moll wrote the poem "Five Years Ago" featured below. Thank you for sharing Susan's wonderful (should I or forget it) story in a tribute poem.
FIVE YEARS AGO
Her comfy bed was snug and warm
Her dreams were golden bright
Outside the bitter winter morn
Was dark as deepest night
She pondered while still half awake
What might be wise to do -
To sleep and dream or try to make
Those golden dreams come true.
So many times before she tried
To sing the world her song
So many times was cast aside
that she did not belong
But yet her courage never died
Because her faith was strong
And now another chance had come
That something could be gained
A tiny chance – too small for some
But still her hope remained
She rose and dressed in dark and cold
And stepped into the rain
To face the judgement of the proud
And sing her song again
And methinks this tale will still be told
When our children’s grandchildren are old
Her comfy bed was snug and warm
Her dreams were golden bright
Outside the bitter winter morn
Was dark as deepest night
She pondered while still half awake
What might be wise to do -
To sleep and dream or try to make
Those golden dreams come true.
So many times before she tried
To sing the world her song
So many times was cast aside
that she did not belong
But yet her courage never died
Because her faith was strong
And now another chance had come
That something could be gained
A tiny chance – too small for some
But still her hope remained
She rose and dressed in dark and cold
And stepped into the rain
To face the judgement of the proud
And sing her song again
And methinks this tale will still be told
When our children’s grandchildren are old
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