Our voices should combine to make one sound
That brings chills to the bodies of our listeners
Our director stands before us boasting,
As she’s proud of the music she’s created
Yet all we see are bright lights
That blind us from our audience
We’ve spent months practicing for this audience
Perfecting a once noise into a beautiful sound
But we never encountered these dazzling lights
Nor did we anticipate not seeing our listeners
We wanted to see the reactions from what was created
So we could join in with our director in the boasting
We can see our director delighted as she’s boasting
Yet the back of her dress is facing the audience
We wonder how she’s confident of the melody she created
How she’s sure that the hearers are pleased with our sound
Does she realize she can’t see her rear listeners
Can she tell we are distracted by the lights
We squint our eyes for a way around the lights
As we’d like to be a part of the boasting
We want to see the faces of our listeners
As we’ve practiced to appease our audience
Spent countless hours perfecting our sound
Making our director proud of a once noise now sound she created
During our practices we were sure of what was created
But in this setting we’re unsure because of the lights
What if our prior noise decided to replace the sound
And there’s no reason for our directors boasting
Yet she doesn’t know this because she’s not facing the audience
She cant see the faces of our listeners
We continue to sing in hopes to please our listeners
We perform it the way it was created
We pour out our hearts for the audience
We ignore the glaring lights
We develop faith in our directors boasting
As she has brought together a noise into a sound
Regardless of our feelings, our sound is pleasing to our listeners
As our boasting finally starts when the crowd cheers at what was created
The lights that once worried us, now fad as we are greeted by the faces of the audience