We are all a part of fabric woven
Shades of color in beauty the strands
Stand together holding the fabric 
As one piece, a garment to cover
Every time we think it is different
Pulling and yanking at the thread
We leave a big hole in the fabric
A ghastly sight of violence, torn open
Yet we have the power to create the patch
To weave a new strand of understanding 
If we just take the time to listen, openly
The new fibers creating new color's
Bold in the attempt, healing what is lost
Come to the table, come hear, see
Be present and not afraid of the damage
The breach can be repaired with the
Hard work of time and labor of love
To see we are one in this and only we
Destroy or build, create or annihilate
It is our choice in what we see through