eye contact. don't drop the contact lens of my soul lens to the hope that I have in you and me can we be free of this pain and misery the sorrow it brings but hope enlives in us. better together you and I try try try to dance and sing, make bread and wings to fly and soar and learn to take more. chances than we ever have. chances to trust and try again. chances to live and fly unending flights of joy and harmony, we make this claim this stand that no matter what money we have each other and we'll stand on that one truth that you and I are committed to make a try and swim through this current, raise our hands above the torment and we'll win. we'll make sure to win in the end. we have what it takes because our hands are interlaced, winding and weaving together through our souls keeping each other afloat. God be praised for the strength to commit this and make it rote action upon our lives and souls, we help make each other whole and free lets sing and make free the hearts in our chests that beat our names and sing of how we'll win
