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chances are we are the same;
against the odds, against the grain
we lean, like gardens toward light,
but we wait, like evening for night,
don’t we?

chances are we are alike;
against what better judgement writes
we ache like children for love,
for a purpose worthy of
such a noble aim,
such a noble aim,
such a noble aim as love.

chances are we bruise the same;
a family tree desperate for rain.
a thirst only deserts know best.
a hurt so at home in our chests.
call it stubbornness or bravery,
to let our branches continue to reach,
with such a noble aim,
with such a noble aim,
with such a noble aim as love.

every broken branch and loosened leaf
that we’ve grown to ignore,
is now a part of something greater than before.
every nest that rests upon our limbs,
seeking shelter from the storms,
is a purpose worth being broken for.

chances are we are the same;
against the odds, against the grain
we lean, like gardens toward light.
we reach with all of our might
for such a noble aim as love.

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