The song we sing is meant to bring
A moment of soft weather,
Where care and worry lift away
And we can breathe together.
We seldom find a quiet space
(In public, almost never)
Yet here we sit and know we fit,
And we belong together.
For we are home (yes, everyone),
The poet and the beggar,
The lover and the rebel, too,
Are welcome here, forever.
So close your eyes and feel your hearts
Begin to beat together,
And know that we, in harmony,
Will join the Song forever.

Robert Bode