Some say the Arts Center, it is a failure
Of a town, that is in need
Some say Jhelom, it is a city
Where the Arts Center, should be left to bleed
Some say the Arts Center, has a hunger
To fill an aching need
I say the Arts Center, is a sanctuary
With the citizens, as the only seed
It's in the town, for the making
The Arts Center, a place to dance
RueTor's pop-star dream, is in the waking
If he only, gave it a chance
And the town, left to be taken
That has all there is to give
Will have a soul no longer dyin'
And an endless will to live
So when the night has been too lonely
And the foes have been too strong
And you think being PK'd happens only
To the weak, who have done no wrong
Just remember little Jhelom
Far at sea, where the cold wind blows
A place called the Performing Arts Center, where this fall
RueTor, may sing his prose
*Translation of The Rose*
Of a town, that is in need
Some say Jhelom, it is a city
Where the Arts Center, should be left to bleed
Some say the Arts Center, has a hunger
To fill an aching need
I say the Arts Center, is a sanctuary
With the citizens, as the only seed
It's in the town, for the making
The Arts Center, a place to dance
RueTor's pop-star dream, is in the waking
If he only, gave it a chance
And the town, left to be taken
That has all there is to give
Will have a soul no longer dyin'
And an endless will to live
So when the night has been too lonely
And the foes have been too strong
And you think being PK'd happens only
To the weak, who have done no wrong
Just remember little Jhelom
Far at sea, where the cold wind blows
A place called the Performing Arts Center, where this fall
RueTor, may sing his prose
*Translation of The Rose*
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