Like heart-loving sisters we love one another,
And still blood, sweat and tears,
Drip from our faces.
One minute there’s love,
The next there’s a fight.
There’s no bond greater in life.
It might be clothing,
Or something you say,
I don’t know why it makes me feel this way.
We push and pull,
Tugging on hair,
Saying crude things,
We’ll regret right after.
There’s no bond greater in life.
We love eachother,
More than someone would know.We fight like sisters, all the time though.
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by George Moses Horton
Like
heart-loving brothers we meet,
And
still the loud thunders of strife,The blaze of fraternity kindles most sweet,
There’s nothing more pleasing in life.
The black cloud of faction retreats,
The poor is no longer depressed,
See those once discarded resuming their seats,
The lost strangers soon will find rest.
The soldier no longer shall roam,
But soon shall land safely ashore,
Each soon will arrive at his own native home,
And struggle in warfare no more.
The union of brothers is sweet,
Whose wives and children do come,
Their sons and fair daughters with pleasure they greet,
When long absent fathers come home.
They never shall languish again,
Nor discord their union shall break,
When brothers no longer lament and complain,
Hence never each other forsake.
Hang closely together like friends,
By peace killing foes never driven,
The storm of commotion eternally ends,
And earth will soon turn into Heaven.
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