The Orchestra

The orchestra of people
playing to the song of the new world
Oh, how ashamed poor Ludwig would be

I have lost beat,
Gone off to a different tune
One my mind has more compassion towards

Yet somehow I keep swaying back to the orchestra
Wanting to go return to that cruel masterpiece
Originality is not praised here

My own symphony comes back to mind
As I hum it along the vandalized streets
I have begun a revolution