The word, the given glory of speach
Has evolved, changed its shape,
Reformatted its meaning
To become the talking song.
Wiemo lala.
If left alone it stands alone.
Brought to life only by the readers imagination;
In a speakeasy the authors components are made accessible
To all who will share in his heartfelt innermost thoughts.
Put to song it can make us swing,
Uplift the senses,
Making the ordinary adorned,
The plain more recognizable.
Wiemo lala.
A chant, a song, a prayer,
Sustaining us through time,
Giving us a place, a name;
Saving us from ourselves.
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