I can't tell you how incredibly disheartening it was to hear
That the man down the street and I feared the same fear
That some boundary took place between our two faces
That placed our toes at two different paces.
But as I meant to have said
The man down the street was dressed in Red and I in White could not see
Any hope of symmetry.
Too sad I was to open the door so I did not see
The tears on his face had turned his red shirt a shade of pink
And as but two seconds before I had spilled a rose upon my dress
Born was the hope for symmetry, for to one another
No longer were our souls so base.
We were But spirits taken to water and air and all that resides on this fair Earth
And we were both dressed alike.