Just like the keys of a piano are we   Two different colors and all different keys   Living in search of the same melodies   And looking for ways to be blending      Just like the strings of a silent guitar   We're next to each other not touching   But play them and then we can see who we are   And hear how we're sounding together      Just when it seems that we're learning the songs   We'll find an excuse to stop playing   Embarrassed that some of the notes might be wrong   And afraid of what we might be saying      Just like the face of a banjo is round   We follow the circle and soak up the sound   Learning the way that our lives are all wound   Lives that keep growing in circles      Just like the notes of a scale we wait   Hoping for one to arrange us   Descending and climbing in measures of fate   Resolving our patterns and changes      Just like the keys of a piano are we   Two different colors and all different keys   Living in search of the same melodies   And looking for ways to be blending