Open the Gate ~ Philip Brent

Why do we think we know what’s best for others
When we do such a laughable job living ourselves
Despite how we look, act, all are sisters, brothers
Make as much sense as bookcases without shelves

If all the hate were turned to love and down to up
To balance all of the mistakes made in our history
To eat from the same plate, sip from the same cup
We may live out our time in peace; it’s no mystery