[Sabrina Catherine]: 479.A Choir Of One

A song is sung in every life
Some are sweet
Some are not
Some contain the full range
Others find parts missing
And still, there are those
Looking to fill those holes
One look around shows, no one can
So they take it upon themselves
To fill each spot, alone
Running this way and that
To and fro
One section to another
Endlessly
Those close by watch in silence, disdain
They do not join
Instead they stare
And glare
Following the lonely person
Working a solo Harmony