Hands that never touch, mouths that never meet
Humble yourself, have a seat
Why say much, when much says all
For ways of wanting I must fall
A pattern, a web of life
Whether love or strife
My heart belongs to the people of love and hate
Connected, bound by birth
Here we step, our home is the Earth
Judge me once, judge me twice
I care not, for I love you thrice!
A great wall, or is it a layer of ...