Over
hills and vales, we marched
our
feet in time, synchronized together
through
wind, and rains, and mud, and snow
amid
bustling city streets, crowds lining
always
that cadence, tap, tap, tap..
In
nighttime stadiums under lights
our
music in tune, balanced together
through
cheering, and hushed audiences
when
everything came together, alive
always
that tone, rising, rising, rising..
Inside
concert halls, in shadows
looking
at music written on pages
through
love we learned to play
from
our hearts, not from just fading memories
always
that resonance, echoing, echoing, echoing..
Long
bus rides, miles never ending
watching
millions of souls pass along
through
life now pulling us into currents
removing
us quickly from the music we created
always
that memory, beauty, beauty, beauty...
Lessons
in theory and practice, performing
listening
for when the sound is pregnant with power
through
our bodies it rippled, infused with beauty
transforming
us from circumstances, into dreams
always
that power, growing, growing, growing...
Over
those hills and vales, we look
our
feet searching for that cadence
through
life storms, and tears, and wounds
we
now are the lining crowds amid city streets
always
that feeling, joy, joy, joy...
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