Raise those unknown from their graves, from that long and restless sleep.
Freedom's cry has called those slaves, and hollowed eyes do weep.
Time has just released His chain upon each poor lost soul.
Risk was never lost in vain, risk makes people whole.
Fear fears none, not even Death. More than a handful's lost.
Still there are those who crave the Breath and will pay any cost.
Hear the violins take flight. Hear trumpets sound in cheer.
Laughter fills the starless night. Feel the joy brush near.
The song has not yet e'en begun, the merry glasses clink.
Let them have their spectral fun. Let them spirits drink.
Though the night's with gaiety rife, the metronome will start
The gala promenade of life, in which the dead take part.
There! it starts, the Piper plays, strikes up his merry band.
Keep in mind that each one pays, as each takes each in hand.
Dance you all, skip, prance and jig, cavort the night away.
Be carefree, don't give a fig for the coming of the day.
For truth, in truth, is in the eye, and beauty's in the soul
Music can give wings to fly. Magic, life to grow.
And if the song does end to soon, dance to your own sweet chorus.
Reach out and give your love the moon, gift wrap for her a forest.
For some life may come often round, with no more than a glance.
In death, their dark regrets are found. They never took a chance.
In dreams, perhaps a sorry few can gain life's exultation.
In dreams, perhaps, it may be true, but is that supplication?