I bloom at the touch of you
I breath with the breath of you
I see with the look of you
Without you
I die
How can a stick stand alone
Without roots
In the ground
Have I done anything wrong
Depends on who's looking
I'll be anything you say
Just have to say it
and it'll be done
But you say nothing
Because there are opposing voices
Two choices
One stops the other
Wrestling the other
Sorry about the fight
But two voices
Have to learn to live
Together
Peace to Masculine and Feminine
Peace to the human
Take one
and you'll loose the other
Both must live together as one
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