When the band started to dance

As the chamade shouts loud

The heartbeat range rapid

As the drummer starts drumming

The smiles line in every frown

When the band dance

Trials came dancing in

Daring the green apple musicians

Testing their root and sweetness

As the beat glides and fluctuates

When sadness march up stage

My dear drummer and pianist cried

The beloved guitarist sob

So cold, so lonely the sound now

Too slow the drumbeat  that hit

As the band play their instrument

As you dance and enjoy their music

Don’t forget to sing and pray for them

If trials in their land visit them

Please be strong and hug them


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