“Do you hear the people sing?Singing a song of angry men?It is the music of a peopleWho will not be slaves again!When the beating of your heartEchoes the beating of the drumsThere is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comes!”
“Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men”
“ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.”
“A map is a song. It's different when different people sing it. . .You will make this your own song, sing it your own way.”
“Is there nothing to sing about to-day? Then borrow a song from tomorrow; sing ofwhat is yet to be. Is this world dreary? Then think of the next.”
“Life is a song. Your heart is the beat, your word is the lyric, your move is the dance. And love, love is the music.It has always been a dream of mine to sing my love away, let the music take her love to mine, the lyric touches her heart and soul. And may her head fallen over heel and so am I.”