It’s our suffering that brings us togethernit’s not our love left don’t obey the mindnand it turns to hate if you force itnthe ties that bind us, they’re beyond our choicenthe hand that you reach out is emptynthe hand that I give you is empty toonhow do I expect a hand to help me unless I reach one out to younall that you have is all you arenall that you have is all you givenyou don’t own anything and you’re freenwe have no states and no presidentsnno bosses, bankers, landlords or warnno charity, no police and no soldiersnand we don’t have very much morenwe come to the future with empty handsnnaked as a child come to the earthnyou can’t take what you haven’t givennand what you give is yourselfnyou can’t make the revolutionnyou can’t buy the revolutionnyou can only be the revolutionnand then you are, it’s nowhere