I want to touch your hearts. I wish to cease the violence from divided souls from which it starts. Not one man is a saint Nor is he the devil... Let us all link our care for lives, together, as we stand civil Like the Dominos which may fall when a war shot blows or punch is thrown Starting a moment's impulse of angry repayments to start without thought from the heart we never seem to be able to finish what goodness we have started. Here it goes Like a skipping record. The same events under new people and their own defined terms. I shall take off the defective record and play for you a sweet and relaxing record that shall place clear minds and connect such with their good parts of the heart. If each one of us does such, in this world, we won't be the dead from which our souls have departed. We live onward, connected, a stronger unit than when in the division. If one by one, us good dominos, start a chain reaction To our hearts, that great karma shall come back to us... Like a boomerang The world as a fortress of sweet and enjoyable unity To everlast that odds of the struggling and desperate portions of fallen communities.