In the second year, here is where I found 

Music electrifying the air all around

Here, where you're not understood by your word

But only through your song your soul is heard.

Permeating all associations of clique or group 

You are drawn together in a harmonious loop 

And the songs dynamic sweep and swoop. 

There's no judgement here in this chorus's root. 

Liberation is what is discovered; 

The song is made your new found lover 

To whom you hover. To whom you run when you're alone

Because even God who sits on his throne 

Delights in the song that David wrote 

Psalms 23: "...through the valley of the shadow of death..."

Never will I fear when these words and mouth have met. 

Pslms 71: "...But I will praise you more and more..." 

The song sings truer than I've ever heard before.

This room is the heart and the singers are it's vessels 

We, the people, whose peace has been embezzled.

We find rest in this room, free to sing our own song

If only there was more than just a class period long.