You abuse one, You abuse us all
The one strikes back, We stand tall
One gets knocked down, We break the fall
One yells for help, We answer the call
because it will always be, all for one and the one is all

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.