When brother fights with brother
And two people don't get on,
And what divides each other
Are the things that they did wrong.
When you see your sister smiling,
And you hear her loving words,
When you feel the pain of crying
You understand how much she hurts.
There's a place for the broken hearted,
There's a parent for us all,
And the miracle we've started
Is to tumble and to fall.
When the whispering stops you hearing
And the caller gives you up,
You meet your end at your beginning.
All that's left of us is love.
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