To My Brother
Living within the confines of hate
Must be a lonely life
There's a fine line,
Cross over.
Love will open up a whole new world.
A world filled with diversity
A world of good feelings.
Opportunities to do things
You've never done before:
Like being free
Of prejudices and being out of control
Free to love and be loved.
For how can you love
Or be loved
When hate is the thing
Controlling you, eating you alive?
Keeping you from being the person
You can be, holding you down.
There's a fine line,
Cross over...
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