Once upon a time There was a lonely Wappie out there And this poor lad had an idea to end his loneliness He wanted to create a contest! A contest everyone could participate in A contest for music from his community A contest, that would make everybody happy. It started all small But let's not dismiss Only few artists took the call But who came found bliss They battled for glory The fought for their songs They told their story And found connections so strong No stage too small No voice too low A single spark Began to glow Not for the prize Not for the fame But for the fire That called our names Strike the drum Let banners rise From quiet rooms To open skies No one's alone No one's apart The eighth time's the charme We carry the spark Eight seasons strong The circle grew wide New voices arrived With nowhere to hide From first timid notes To confident sound A stage built together On shared battleground Strike the drum Let banners rise From quiet rooms To open skies No throne to claim No race to outrun The eighth time’s the charme We rise as one We rise as one — as one We S S C you