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How we start out in life singing the note of our own name
Just the simple note we strike is pretty plain
Its bland, Its redundant, Just a simple sound that strikes nothing
You seek the other chords to make music
You find the ones that hit different notes and you dont wanna lose it
Once you find the collective that rings true to chime
You know in your heart their part of something that rings sublime
The wind of destiny blows the fate of the central clapper on each of our sides
We sing and shake to let everyone know we are alive
The music we can make, can be more than most can take
We are collective
We are divine
We can ring past the stands of time
As long as we stay together and ring true, we can outlast all there is and forever ring true

The only thing that breaks us apart is we are materialistic and fall apart
Most of us are born of glass, brittle from the start
We ring most beautifully together at best, just one of us gone we are a mess
When the cold sleet of bitterness hits us hardest, we freeze and become silent
The winds of fate hit us hardest, we smash and break in silence
Anything we were as a collective is dead
Theres no more music
We are frozen remnants to what was harmonically best
Frozen Windchimes
We ring in the wind dead