Side Bar; The Song

Let your light shine, sing your song:

Bring out the pipes when the wind's still blowing
Stroke the strings when they're still strung
Beat the skin when its still tight
Hit the high when the chord's still graceful
What good is a music that cannot be heard?

The wind stirs inside
The stars shine from within
Can't you hear the chimes?
Beauty's daring to burst out

Their song's been sung
They gave it their all
Nothing's left for them to give
They gave the world their all
They sang their song

Now's our turn
What good is the song that's not been sung?
What are these quests that we have?
That we look so far and so hard?
Can't we hear the chimes?
When will we sing our song?
By Charles Njue