The Sweetest Orchestra

There’s nothing for me worth dying for Dying for acceptance and purpose to life To a life where survival is worth crying for Crying for restitution, a double edged knife A knife that’s been sharpened to slice puppet strings Puppet strings controlling what we believe We believe and hope that the future might bring Bring peace to a notion so ill conceived Conceived as crescendo when love bells ring Bells ring to mute out a hate message choir Choir tunes change when symphonies sing Sing love melodies for all to admire Admire and seek the place they belong They belong somewhere, no matter which home Which home will play their number one song? A song of warmth, no longer alone Alone in the cold, alone in the dark The dark non-existent in shining safe haven Safe haven where harps and heralds hark Hark while angels sing in a place called heaven