The archives of the Church of Music claim that Jack Crane wrote this song just before the contest. It appears to be a work expressing his love and devotion to those with whom he worked in the contest. Lyrically, it shows a simplicity from before even his start as a musician, and one can only speculate that he intended to make it more complex in performance, though some speculate that it was never performed except privately. Some scholars have identified deffinite and specific references to the core members of the original Colour of Sound, and note the absence of any reference to those from the Furies, before the two bands merged. Also strangely absent is any reference to Dionysus Berrywright, known to have been with the Colour since the inception of the contest. Speculation runs that Jack was with the Sound longer than the Furies, and had worked with them far more extensively, and that Jack omitted references to Dionysus at the Saint's own request--it is known that Dionysus Berrywright was a very low key individual.

Verse 1:

I fell in the mud

I felt the hand

As he pulled me up and made me to stand

We marched on again

Through the blowin’ rain

We sang the joy and we felt the pain

I’d do it all again

Would not change a thing

If you were there to help me sing

You are a part of me

You are my family

We are blind but together we see

Chorus:

I am a brother, I am a man

I am with you when we make our stand

Hand in hand, For gods and land

We are the band.

Verse 2:

I tried to drown my fear

Of dues unpaid

And one tried to count on plans unmade

An eye for beauty dark

And fate so stark

And youthful innocence a bloody mark

With music as our guide

We soldiered on

We took the shortcuts and the journey long

Without our blessed wings

We flew so high

In face of fear we would not let

Each

Other

Die

CHORUS

Bridge:

There is a love between brother and friend that defies the words of men

We are the heart of a single beast when the darkness closes in

And the blind shall lead

Verse 3:

The dreaming prince awakes

Blind prophet sees

The laughing soldier calms the fearful seas

A thinker in the void

And beauty strong

The drummer sound the call endurance long

Through dungeons deep

And demons vile

We try to stand together to face the trial

I can face anything

If you are here

So take my hand and there is nothing we will fear

CHORUS

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