We shall sing like the bird
And cry like the wind.
Our hearts laugh as one
And their song brings life.
We are a chord,
Apart we are incomplete
Together we are full.
The world is calling
We must go to her.
There are those whose hearts are broken
And we must heal them.
Our song shall make them whole
Our hearts' laughter, fill them.
The cry of our mourning will never be heard
For we only grieve for others.
When shall we ever give thought to ourselves?
