Sing

Ancient shouts of a new dawned day, where whistles blow and troubles stray. Take no heart in lips that born cries. Never mind the quiet sigh. Peel the harmony in October lay and sing.


Let your voice fill the room as your soul sings the song. As the rhythm and the beat begin to brew, your heart starts to grow. The power of the music is free within your spirit.


Sing for the heavens, sing to tell of triumph and sing to free yourself.