They say that words won't break a man
And names won't color your life and place.
But we belong to greater things.
Than staying here with unkind hearts,
Breaking trust and morals the same.
The sky has wept it's wet blue tears.
The earth has broke repeatedly,
Drawing lines in the rock hard crust.
We cut, divide, our separate ways.
And throw them out to live alone.
No race or sex should live alone.

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