Chaffer's Lucevoun Troffles of Feasttone

rooted in reality clearly defined rudimentary information bootids:Sangier sing me! Writer: write me! Composer: Compose me! I am a song, when sung might I erect the ruins of this world. When sung might I make straight those crocked places! When sung might I inspire a world of doubters. That they might believe and love me. That rehearsed might I endure forever, the staple of classicism. Instrumented thru out the fabrics of our lives. The sheer beauty to reveal the beauty beneath it's sheer newness. sung to strings and horns, that woodwinds might blow to honor the words of it's songstress. might the song host the singer instead of the singer hosting the song! when the song stress the love, might all love the songstress, only to hear her tales of love, and admiration. than might she stand to the world and say... I AM THE SONG!