We can't do this alone..

You've been deprived,

Denied,

Ostracized from a society of brothers and sisters

And I'm sorry. 

If only you'd have met me sooner...

Then maybe it'd be a different story.

With your hands around my throat

Through fear I felt sympathy

Knowing that at one point you were just a boy

A boy with a history... 

Of maybe an alcoholic father

Or love for a dying mother. 

But now you find your power

In domination and sorrow.

But you didn't win against me.

You chose a girl who's been set free

By the grip of hatred long ago.

I couldn't hate you if it paid.

I couldn't hurt you if they begged.

But I can tell you how I wish you'd have given more attention

to each sun-baked crystal of sand underneath your feet. 

Or to the relief given by the wind from the hot African heat...

Just a little more attention to the comfort of an embrace.

To the sweet innocence of your very first kiss.

Maybe that awareness would have changed you a bit...

The truth is we're really no different.

Made of the same magic that holds the stars together.

You're lost.

But you're my brother.

You're scared.

But you're my sister.

My father. My mother. 

My friend. My lover.

You are me.

And through each fragment of the conscious whole

We will learn, teach, and one day grow

Back into the impenetrable unity we once knew as home.