same rain

"I have learned that community reaches far beyond what eyes can see and though miles divide us, at some point we're all washed by the same rain." ~Pat Humphries

8 - voices in the chorus

©1990 Aileen Vance and Pat Humphries
Sprint/Moving Forward Music, BMI
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There's a lesson I'm still learning as I walk onto the stage.
We've been taught to keep our distance to prove that we are brave.
Borders drawn, labels called out to keep hands from joining hands.
Can I reach across the border? Can I tell you who I am?
Can I reach across the border? Can I tell you who I am?

Share the contents of our pockets.
Share the richness of our lives.
Lighten our load.
Share the food upon our tables.
Fill the emptiness before us.
We're all voices in the chorus.

Though our words may come out differently there's a bond in all the sounds.
We create a common language when we move ourselves along.
So when you tell me of your vision, your life and hopes and fears,
then you reach across the border. I can feel you drawing nearer.
When you reach across the border I can feel you drawing near.

We've been told we can't find harmony if our styles are not the same,
cannot learn to love each other, can't pronounce each other's name.
Borders made by those who profit when we're separate and at war
Let us reach across the borders, make the sounds, open the door.
Let us reach across the border, make the sounds, open the door.

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