I look out across the land and I see so many things,
war, poverty, military, but then someone begins to sing,
a tiny voice dying to be heard, lost in a cold, dark wasteland,
One singular soul crying out, ready to take a stand.
They say music soothes the savage beast,
Forcing hope upon us, like an overzealous priest.
Our pain, misery and doubt drift away upon the strains,
washed away into the deep like the tiniest of grains.
Each melody brings new faith in the world we see,
and teaches us to be more than we were made to be.
When the world seems to weigh more than you can bare,
look inside your heart and find your inner song to share
