Thin red line teach me look at the world through your eyes See the spark of good in a grimace of pain in a loud cry of anger in eyes full of hate and in a heart that beats with terror Sunrises and sunsets birds singing in the morning children's games old people holding hands I see you in them I see the power of your radiance in them Teach me though look deeper feel more call more That spark even the smallest, the smallest was the first experience the other, the other, the unknown The rest is just a story --s 750 --v 5.1
