Trapped within, held without,
Love for one another,
Don't you know? Can't you see,
He will be your brother?

Black, yellow, brown or white,
Mixed among all others,
Loving you, loving me,
They are all our brothers.

Sons and daughters, everyone,
Offspring, of all mothers,
You can be, what you will be,
They are all our brothers.
When we have love and trust
And respect, for each other,
I will say to you my friend,
Yes, I am your brother.

In step with the Devil, I am.
Not sure how that even began.
My mind must have subconsciously
Decided that I needed an anomaly,
For what life has in store or in mind.
I need to remember all of the Golden Rule
But avoid those who don't, be not a fool.

A sadness overcomes my battered soul,
As we discuss all the down sizing of
Collectibles acquired over all the years,
Must be disposed of, without the tears,
That come, when we reflect about
The joys of life, with a silent shout.

Why must I sit here with my mind all hazy?
I'm thinking (not good), that I'm going crazy.
It is a danger when I think, like I do,
That I become estranged, from someone like you.
Doesn't mean, I don't love who you are,
Just that you're on a pedestal and a star.
I do love you, more than you'll ever know,
So let's get with it and on with the show.