THE ANNUAL SHOW (THAT WILL ALWAYS RETURN)
Written by Sara So Far
One of our singers here
has become rather shy
Summing up all her fears
she timidly passes by
Next on comes and sheds his tears
over all the things that die
Falling down hard he clears
broken soil as we sigh
Then the next voice we hear
sings her melody, she sings it way up high
Tells us to learn to wait patiently, quietly
Closes our hands and our eyes with her comforting song
Her song…
Winning the prize all covered with white
she covers us where we lie
One more hand and a cheer
for the last one in line
Springing up right in here
brightens this heart of mine
Takes up the task to revive what was lost
Pays for the show, pays in colours for every cost made
For the sake of life