We wear our disarray
The armor of our souls
Then wade into the fray
To play our separate roles
The beauty’s in the interburn
The passions on the street
A music no ears can discern
Yet all can feel the beat
Other People's Feelings
We wear our disarray
The armor of our souls
Then wade into the fray
To play our separate roles
The beauty’s in the interburn
The passions on the street
A music no ears can discern
Yet all can feel the beat