There are moments that cools the heat of hell, And there are moments that touches the heart of heaven. How then would it feel if a moment captures both?
We are our brother's keeper!
There are a million joy dancing in the ***** of gifts, But how would they be fulfilled when hidden away in tight fists? Speak not to me of having just enough, For enough is the first name of a brother's keeper. Forsake not the roar of suffering bones, That calls to your heart, Nor the cry of dying flesh, That screams horror to your looking eyes, For the goal of an open palm is to touch a soul.
We are our brother's keeper, Shan't we make a save, And keep the goal with open palms.