Everyone has a song to sing.
Everyone has a bell to ring.
Everyone has a rhythm inside.
Yet everybody (or most) instead choose it to hide.
Where's the rhythm gone?
This square world makes me yawn.
The pulse just….. disappeared.
No meter…. It's so weird!
The world has just turned gray.
In a tiring, boring way.
The heroes take me along,
They actually like my song.
The passion in their eyes,
The pride, no one can size.
They're not afraid to just jam,
Make me proud to be who I am.
I am a pixl of the sweetest song.
I will get the world to sing along.
One spirit at a time,
I'll bring back the rhythm and rhyme.