Passions Dance

Harmony's Nix

Riddled and shriveled we stood,

Poor in our statehood and Brotherhood,

Though few be us, still, we stand tall,

despite our stature

Never to fall,

For our music is a body snatcher,

A welcomed thief in lifes weave,

Taking lifes torments and pains,

To grant us reprieve,

Here, nothing remains,

Sometimes, to leave

Is to be set free,

And to be free, is to foresee

Lifes true beauty.

Now together we move,

As a school we act,

Never aloof,

Loyal, to music's pact,

We dance, it steals,

This is our fix,

Locked with wax seals,

It matteth not, for music is nix.