I sing my song of patience from the wings,
Where curtains sap the vigor of my voice.
Although the chorus wrapped about me sings,
We do the best we can with Hobson's choice.
The audience might notice we are there,
If once the featured singers took a breath,
Or noticed us, and just because they care,
Paused their constant, scripted shibboleth.
How can the grand assembly understand,
The beauty and emotion in our cry;
If amplified lead voices and the band,
Leave us unseen, unheard, an alibi?
Let us loose, and as our throng rejoices,
We will shake the rafters with our voices!
Voices unseen and unheard can suddenly rock your world.