Not Another Blasted Two

Our heads held high we walk towards the stage,
as dresses black drape over the floor.
In silence our hearts build the courage,
to enter music acting like war.

The stage so menacing then appears,
upon it we walk showing no fears.
Our task begins and our voices rise,
in notes so smooth they dance through the skies.

The calm we sing so softly a tune,
while during the storm we grow so strong.
Together forms a picture flowing,
from our pink lips flows a lonely song.

The men's voices swoon, legs weak beneath,
our breath then carries so tender, sweet,
until we sing gentle again, so sad,
and perfect chaos with words we add.

Once we finish before us they judge,
and then they crush our hearts once again.
We leave the stage so shacking inside,
cheating us out of our sweet amen.

Betrayed again, our friends all know it,
the candle burned low and light omit.
Letting the defeat stick to our hearts,
we traveled home where singing departs.