Became

Give me hope give me joy Give me peace give me laughter Or all of the above No he said. I shall give you destruction and tears I shall give you conflict and pain Enough I said. Now that I see the hurt is slipping away And what he gave me was all of these things. The good the bad the beautiful the ugly And here we stand holding hands Looking at each other from where we began What should we take and what should we leave? We look into our eyes and in choir we say; Let’s take it all because that’s how we became…