[Spoken word: Jimetta Rose]

We run for our dreams
Single-mindedly, one focus
Eyes upon the goal
Watching our stories get told
But who is the artist
Without it's audience?
The sweetness of a melody
With no ears to hear
No crowds to cheer?
When you found your way
To such great extraordinary heights
Where you found your life
And saw it reflected back to you a million times
From people, places, and things
You found this brighter way of being
Connected to all
We got so much work to do in this time of the fall
Who's going to be there in the end?
Might be stranger, might be friend, might be love
Standing with open arms ready to embrace you
Ready to lift you up and be itself lifted in you
Be itself lifted in you, be itself made new
Ready to expand, to grow, to shine
Across galaxies of empty rooms
You're still beautiful
You see your reflection all around