You take sticks and stones
That could break bones,
And grind them down
Against the sound
Of beating hearts.
You wash away the soot,
Add the soothing tune,
That is the background
Of something new.
But it's not new,
T'was never, for
It was always there,
In our beating hearts.
Our ever beating hearts
Made me see the sea
That is my misguided
Process of thought,
Seen now, I have seen before,
I know I have faults,
Just as you have yours;
Our faults add beauty to us,
Though, and depth,
Be that so.
For in our beating hearts,
We know it's true:
I see the beauty,
Won't you, too?
We see each other
Through different eyes,
And our hearts skip,
Because they leap together,
And show us how
Beating hearts come closer
To be one.
One person, is that not true?
We are two, functioning together,
Coming through thick woods,
The thin, scarce grass,
And holding together:
We're holding strong.
And our beating hearts
That make us one
Flutter once again,
In time to the background,
And in time to each other.
Through the thick woods,
Through the scarce grass,
We became one.
One person,
One voice,
Together,
In time,
We can be.
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