Because you are you, and I am me
We may not always see eye to eye, you see.
So we put aside what is trivial
And accept all things convivial
That make our kinship such a fine thing,
Such a graceful and beautiful thing
That the angels must stare in wonderment and awe
At how we humans, full of judgement and flaw,
Can finally come to joy and love
As pure and lovely as the wing of a dove—
Even though we may stumble and fall,
We still look for the best in us all.