Ties That Bind.
We tread the paths that have been walked sometime before
We make our mistakes, as they did, ancestors
that came afore.
We try to recall the myths and legends told around the fire.
Accompanied by singing; we hear the notes of the lyre.
We pray to the Universe, Creator, All, or Divine.
Yet we are part of the same tree, fruit of the same wine.
Let us celebrate the similarities of our humankind.
Let us show each other feelings of love, with ties that bind.