Listen to these lyrics, folks, it’s the paean of my soul;
Take it not as gospel but it might just make us whole.
This fugue state is not normal, while our forte’s disbelief.
We’re playing out a nocturne, so note my leitmotif:
We’re living in a requiem for all that’s kind and good,
Can we not hear what’s going on, and make our own etude?
Let’s get a rondo table, under the same umbrella,
Agree to work together through some funky a capella.
If we could bridge the intervals and waltz a sharp glissando,
Instead of flat, be natural, and build to our crescendo,
Our dynamics would improve and we would move from tuneless pity;
The tenor of our dirge would change into a trilling ditty.
We all have our bass leanings, our desires are syncopated,
But we share times within our song when the rhymes are intonated.
We all have different rhythms and our steps are out of line –
Imagine what we could perform if our cadences aligned!
Let’s rock and pop together, let’s jig our symphony;
Let differences diminuendo, treble our harmony;
This opus is ensemble – we all know the melody –
If we could but live in unison, we’d sing in rhapsody.
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