All from different places
All with different pasts
All different faces
One was used to a silent song
Another the bottle at night
He missed the sound of sirens callin
And she lost a love in the fight
One walked miles, n'er enough to home
She made final amends with a father
He pledged endless politics pro bono
We realized the worth too late of another
I couldn't hear my mourning doves
One lacked the sound of the sea
She grew up with the farm and the cold
And you got used to me
So many people
All with different chases
All made different contrasts
All different graces
