The torments and pain come and go
Making it hard for the love to flow
Working in the group where we play this game
And if all don’t play there’s only you to blame
Never knowing if you’re playing it right
Only measurement is what’s in sight
If the group starts playing it along with you
Like putting on a tailor made shoe
It all fits together and begins to click
But getting all playing now that is the trick
So if all are in there nature without care for the other
Does it make it a group without seeing your brother
Or is it only the one that asks
Making it all on him to fulfill his tasks
Of bringing the group together to become whole
One man, one heart and one soul
What is it for you my brother
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