Broken records that play one song,
Shall merge and dance, they sync along,
A truth of sound shall rise on high,
From dust and ashes, to the sky.
Left alone one cannot say,
Saddened song, ears peeled away,
To find a pair worth singing to,
To find another one like you.
Gracious sounds in harmony,
Weaving through the symphony,
A broken two shall never be,
One whole piece is all to see.