Kindred Spirit:         Well the poor soak in woe in their broken ghettos   can't find the strength to side-step the vicious cycle   so they rot on their couches and the sick rot in their beds   they're just waiting to die    did they forget how to live while they're still breathing?   don't they know they're still breathing?         well God caught a glimpse of this sickening end   and he wept for his children so short-sided   and you and I were a single tear   just falling from heaven through the atmosphere   and we made a vow that we'd never let go   but the splash broke our grip washed us to opposite shores         sometimes my head forgets what my heart cannot   cause I can't place your face, but I sure feel the loss   so i'll scour this berg until my mortal end   when I can find my spirit   my kindred         I don't know you, but I miss you   I don't know you, but I love you   I don't know you, but I miss you   I don't know you, but I love you         And i'll never stop searching for you