
Keys on the Piano
Of a Symphonic Life;
Who are we to
Question
Being oppressed Down?
We blend in to one another’s
Tunes, the Melody,
Never the lyrics.
Who are we to Question
Being pressed down?
We make our songs,
In the Background,
Never the Foremost
Though we Live our
Lives in the
Music of Life,
We’re passed by,
Constant in
Strife.
Who are we to Question?
The lucky few, they’re the
Singers,
The Spotlighters,
The famed.
We’re the stage crew,
Pulling it together,
The All that are One.
They’d be the Singers,
The Spotlighters,
But We are the
Spice,
That Underlying Flavour
That pulls it all together.
Who are we to question?
But who are they to press down?
Of a Symphonic Life;
Who are we to
Question
Being oppressed Down?
We blend in to one another’s
Tunes, the Melody,
Never the lyrics.
Who are we to Question
Being pressed down?
We make our songs,
In the Background,
Never the Foremost
Though we Live our
Lives in the
Music of Life,
We’re passed by,
Constant in
Strife.
Who are we to Question?
The lucky few, they’re the
Singers,
The Spotlighters,
The famed.
We’re the stage crew,
Pulling it together,
The All that are One.
They’d be the Singers,
The Spotlighters,
But We are the
Spice,
That Underlying Flavour
That pulls it all together.
Who are we to question?
But who are they to press down?
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