• All the time we put into hurting one another
    Could be used to save the one we call brother

    The blood spilt can never be washed away
    Neither does the hope for better days

    We should love one another, not just ourselves

    Love always seems so hard to find no matter how hard you look
    Sometimes we wish love was easy like a recipe in a cookbook

    Though the shell remains, the spirit will live on
    Live long after the dust settles and the hate is clear

    Take this time to remember who you know cares for you and where their spirit may lay
    With all the love around you, you can make tomorrow a better day