We build a weak one
The song of our successes
The strings latched onto us
The strings six, plucked in patterns

We build a strong one
The song of our failures
The weighted keys tapped slow and hard
The keys many, the touching definite

Together we make a song
that plays out our days of rise and fall
It will be good it will be bad in parts
But in the end
It will be our song.

- Soum