Possibly my second complete sentence after getting out of the truck at home was to shove Thirteen into the beloved's hands and say, "You have got to listen to this!" Absolutely amazing!
- Tanya Huff

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We Are Who We Are
by Michelle Dockrey & Tony Fabris

      Vocal, Djembe: Michelle Dockrey
      Backing Vocals: Molly Lewis
      Guitar, Bass: Tony Fabris
      Cellos: Betsy Tinney
      Viola, Violin: Sunnie Larsen
      
      We Are the Chorus:
        Jeff Bohnhoff
        Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff
        Jen Childs
        Mary Crowell
        Matthew Dockrey
        Michelle Dockrey
        Katy Dröge-Macdonald
        Allison Durno
        Tony Fabris
        Claudia Hardwick
        Jennifer Hardwick
        John Hardwick
        Jeff Hitchin
        Blake Hodgetts
        Jodi Krangle
        Sunnie Larsen
        Molly Lewis
        Steve Macdonald
        Jordan Mann
        Seanan McGuire
        Ben Newman
        Debbie Ridpath Ohi
        Brian Richardson
        Jela Schmidt
        Torrey Stenmark
        Betsy Tinney
        Monica Toth
        Kevin K Wiley

Do you remember the first time you learned
Monsters could be real?
Behind the teacher's back or behind closed doors
What their smiles could conceal

Sly little cruelties they denied
Betrayals of trust that ached inside
The ones that you turned to who replied
"Oh just ignore"
Did you find solace in stories
On the screen or on the page
Escape to another world, another age

Do you remember the first time you learned
Monsters could be slain?
The stories said the power could be yours
And that you could ease the pain

And sometimes the monster could be tamed
And sometimes you learned, when it was named
That sometimes the monster was the same
The same as you
The heroes and monsters together said,
"Come with us, you'll be safe and strong.
You are welcome as you are, where you belong."

(We Are) We are the lovers and the dreamers
And we will stand up, win or lose
(We Are) We are the children of the future
And we will make it what we choose
(We Are) We are creators of our own worlds
Every planet, every star
(We are) We don't need anyone to tell us
Who we are (we are who we are)

Did you imagine you'd ever find
A place where you could share
The stories and the songs and the many worlds
Before someone joined you there

Remember that all your loves are true
If anyone says it's not for you
Well just look around, you know what to do
You have a voice
We've all got a chair at the gaming table
And it's time for them to learn
We're here where we belong, and it's our turn

(We Are) We are the lovers and the dreamers
And we will stand up, win or lose
(We Are) We are the children of the future
And we will make it what we choose
(We Are) We are creators of our own worlds
Every planet, every star
(We are) We don't need anyone to tell us
Who we are (we are who we are)
It's gotta get better
We've changed the world, but we're far from done
We've gotta make it better
For everyone
It's gotta get better now
Hold your head up and be brave
You can't stop the signal now
So let's misbehave

Do you believe in a world
Where every person has a place
Where everyone can find their story
And see a reflection of their own face

Where nobody has to hide anymore
You know this is what our tales are for
To teach ourselves that there's so much more
That we can be
Until no one's voice is silenced
Until no one has to fear
We'll raise our voice, we'll draw the line right here

(We Are) We are the lovers and the dreamers
And we will stand up, win or lose
(We Are) We are the children of the future
And we will make it what we choose
(We Are) We are creators of our own worlds
Every planet, every star
(We are) We don't need anyone to tell us
Who we are (we are who we are)

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