In childbirth grief begins.

Who can stop grief’s avalanche once it starts to roll.

I want to go to Sing Sing prison. I’ll bet they’ve got a good chorus.

When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it’s more like a whole symphony orchestra.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -The water below is as dark as the grave,And maybe you’ll sink in your little blue boat -It’s hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.Don’t let a loud few determine the nature...