I see the golden threads connecting us.
I see it in my heart and not my mind.
A never-ending shackle that binds the broken-hearted.
A connection to the souls of all mankind.
Listen to the voices of my neighbor's hurt.
Listen, and take in my helpless stance.
How can I breathe a word to bring them comfort?
How can I disclose my hand and take a chance?
Like a river our love can make our courses strong.
Like a river we bend and sway with time.
I see the golden threads connecting us.
I see it in my heart and not my mind.
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