The thunder of a thousand feet drumming the floor
our hearts run in time to the rhythm of the song
my shoes follow suite even as my ears cry for more
I want to dance I want to belong
The crescendo thrums along the wood beneath
the dreams of a hundred voices begin to speak
turn and stomp and then we jump with one belief
that we fly together, that we will find what we seek
finding the land again, coming down in a storm
kicking up legs, turn turn and throw out an arm
this is our moment, this is our norm
we want to live for ever, a life in motion
a life in form.
Music makes me.
Music make me
feel that I am
that I can be free
we are legion in our emotion
we are one heart one mind
we are the rain on the roof
we are the beat, the beat on the street
Music makes us
music makes us
want to run to soar
over the wood of the dance floor.
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