My brothers, sisters, don't you know that love
Is ground for all that's true and beautiful --
Religion and philosophy, the dove
That represents us all? You feel the pull
Of one belief, that lifts you on its wings
As you reign in the horses of your soul.
You listen to the city as it sings
With common voice and with a common goal.
You look upon a flight of birds, a swarm
of ants, and see a kind of harmony --
The kind that rises from a common charm
When everyone's the same and all agree.