or not good enough.
It's walls or it's flood gates open wide.
So come,
put your hands
in those of the person standing next to you.
Let's make a chain,
pass the first aid kit along,
and one by one,
our hearts will heal.
Shout the words,
play the song that will make the walls fall,
if it takes seven days,
or seven years,
write your own bible,
tear down your walls.
As for flood gates...
don't lose your own heart,
as it rushes towards another's.
I've got patches and band-aids and sledgehammers,
which do you need?
Which is it, walls or flood gates?
I'll play nurse for the weekend.
So come,
put your hands
in those of the person standing next to you.
Let's make a chain,
pass the first aid kit along,
and one by one,
our hearts will heal.
Shout the words,
play the song that will make the walls fall,
if it takes seven days,
or seven years,
write your own bible,
tear down your walls.
As for flood gates...
don't lose your own heart,
as it rushes towards another's.
I've got patches and band-aids and sledgehammers,
which do you need?
Which is it, walls or flood gates?
I'll play nurse for the weekend.
Thank you for the poem tonight.
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