There is so much misunderstanding. What's the cure for hatred? How do you overcome centuries of injustice to land somewhere near peace? I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the things I didn't do. But the people who did them never apologized, so I guess it's my job. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that "I'm sorry" will never be enough. What can one voice do?

In the valley, two people have been arguing since the beginning of time. Neither has had even an atom of influence upon the other's views. My anger lights fires at the tips of my fingers. My hands curl into fists to avoid burning you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you have burned me before.

A single tear falls into the ocean and no one will ever be able to separate them, yet no one can tell the tear is even there.

Whose side are you on, but please explain to me why there are sides. Because, my love, we are trapped with an infinite plane between us and someone left their shovel at home. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that no one is right and everything is wrong.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry that their hatred has so much power. Suddenly, I think I'm falling but I fear not for there is a net to catch me and I'm sorry, I'm sorry that others are not so lucky but there are some who never have to fall at all. I wonder what that feels like and I wonder if they're sorry too and if they'll ever apologize to you.