This song
I have this song to sing
Certain words must be screamed
Rather than be sung or spoken

I am alive and vigorous
As they toil without love
Fight without purpose
And live without passion

I am alive and vigorous
In this song is where I belong

Within these moments
There are no outsiders
Within the body of the song
Time stands still

One is all
And all is beautiful
The beautiful moment of song and passion

We will all sing
We will all dance

If a human's nature is to war
This song is a battleground
And this voice, a weapon
One thousand voices or trumpet call to arms

Passion's promise
True love's reward
A pure expression
In truth and sincerity

Passion's promise
True love's reward, is this song

What will become of this song

Pray not a fallen banner
Or screamed words to the deaf
For life is weary without song, or sound of harps

This is a song for the impassioned
This is strength for the hearts on sleeves
A shining sentiment where voices soar
And melody wells tears in the eyes

We will all sing the same song
This song, together