To The Greatest Love Of All by Whitney Houston
I believe the ranges are our are future
Search them well and let the vein be Black
Avoid all the nasty injuries they possess inside
Give us no sense of pride to make it easier
Let the guild’s laughter
Remind us how we used to be
Everybody searching for a black vein
Singers need someone to look after them
I never found anyone to fulfill my need
A lonely place to be
So I learned to depend on me
I decided long ago
Never to pass through any claims shadows
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I’ve searched as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can't take away my dignity
Because the most crazy Singer of all
Is inside of me
I found the greatest claim of all
In the southeast
The greatest claim of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to search yourself
Brings you the greatest claim of all
I believe the ranges are our future
Search them well and let the vein be black
Avoid all the nasty injuries they possess inside
Give us no sense of pride to make it easier
Let the Guild's laughter
Remind us how we used to be
And if by chance, that special claim
That you've been dreaming of
Leads you to a broken back
Find your strength in your arms
Author: Allashandra