I hold my ground and listen for the siren song. I anticipate the subtle Symphonies of the sea, I want to let it carry me.
I put myself on Deck, I let my ships sail, you know my passions, you've seen my Hells. I brought you to the depths, let you walk in my steps and all I ask of you is to sing.
Sing for me your hymns in honor of him. He who showed you weren't so different from them. Raise high with your hands Praise of the name who spoke the language of change from the day he came and the day I leave I'll make you believe there's power in every single bar that we breath just sing.
Sing for the poet, share the meaning if you know it. Join the purpose if it's worth it. Raise your voices, reach the surface and break.
Break those binds that bound you to those chairs. Snaps and claps are nice but tonight that won't suffice. I need to see you on your feet with your hands in the air.
Singing the songs of empathetic appreciation for the words you just heard. Singing for these Warriors; the fat girls, the nerds, my gay guy, your reject, your Outcast, my Prospect, the youngest, the middle child, the oldest who had to deal with them both.
Sing for the lovers who mend the cracks in their broken hearts with the soothing Salve in your shouts. if you relinquish all doubt, stand up Let it out you could save a life today.
Sing! don't let them fade away. There's something medicinal in the way you sway. When your waves reach high, your thunder shakes the sky, and through your storms, we can see sunshine.
sometimes that's all we need to induce a bit of bravery is the promise of stormy seas. The promise of a typhoon, the promise of a tsunami, the promise that you'll stand up and maybe that you'll stand by me.
I promise ill stand before you baiting everything That's inside me. Put it all out on a string until there's nothing left to bring. I've only asked for one thing....
Get on your feet and sing!