The violins do in sympathy play for thee,
for your tears reflect the sadness,
and the failures of the world,
and you carry the world’s problems,
upon your shoulders with gravitas and openly,
yes, the violins do play for thee,
for you are of such a heart,
and your passion is clear for all to see.
Yes, the violins do play for thee,
and you fight and you fight for what you believe in,
and you never surrender,
and your words are a call to arms,
for they stir the soul as beautifully as a symphony,
as beautifully as a symphony.