One of the Chorus

Harmony, at it’s very best,
I, a bell within a chorus.
Life, so much more sane,
When words are spelled out for us.

Acting, one in place of many,
We stroll, hand in hand.
So different from the beating,
Of a one-man marching band.

How am I expected to speak with you,
When thoughts melt like the morning dew?

Together we can conquer,
When alone we’d surely fall.
Our voices outrank all else,
As the heavens hear our call.