My family is mismatched
All of different colors and faiths
With tempers calm and tempers flared
And consternation on each face
Because we cannot seem to get along
The power each one has
Would be a weapon to enforce his will
To stake his claim to truth and right
But how do we know that truth is truth?
Does it shine with greater brightness?
How do we know who is right?
Listening to the rhetoric one cannot say
But beneath it all is a cry of the heart
So dimly lit, ‘tis hard to see
And this one from a child’s voice comes
To live in joy and harmony.
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