Needle and Thread

And all the hate in a circle of fate, spinning wildly like a wheel in a race out of you and into me. Love is like a sea, like a feeling flowing through time with a dream and a design weaving into a line, swinging freely like a child on a vine. When all our people are pulled tightly from where they've been spread, all our wounds are closed after all of us have bled. When all the prisons crumble and our demons are all dead, our souls are sewn together by the same needle and thread. Needle and thread. Out of me and into you, peace passes through. Like the sunlight warming our fears, all the pain through the years in a puddle of tears drying slowly as the day disappears. When all our people are pulled tightly from where they've been spread, all our wounds are closed After all of us have bled. When all the prisons crumble and our demons are all dead. Our souls are sewn together by the same needle and thread. Needle and thread. Our souls are sewn together. Our souls are sewn together. Needle and thread.