We are the threads that binds, that mens wounds, making bodies stronger with this possesses though, which nurture and develop limbs, that protect and soothe that open and extend. Without limits or measure. That's touched and entwined withings strong measures. So that none of us will ever fall victim again. We are the birch-wing vessel which lacks no sustenance. We are the sacred fountain from which life closed. When we give birth to babies. When we offer smiles. When we put our bodies to save the lives of others. When in the face of the oppressor. We sing all together. We'll never be silent. Never. Never more will one of us remain alone. Not oneness. Not one more. We are one. We are all.