I thought that we were onenfrom all the nodding heads and how we sing alongnbut there are still the ones that got the scene all wrongnyeah you dance real hard and we all know your namesnfor those that come and gonI will still remainnOne hand outstretched waiting for returnnwe're so diverse so much more to learnna fellowship not just a place to dancenwe'll make this work lets take a standnthis scene's diseased you're living proofnyou act as if you're a one man crewnyou've paid your duesnwe need your helpnthis all begins and ends with younall those things you donwhat's been done to younmy hands are rinsed cleannyou don't own this scenenwhy do you leannstand on your ownnjust be yourself and don't let anyone tell you how to grownyou can't fake through this and pretend to love a God that you don't knownwe can't make this work if you're standing by yourself all alonenthis is not the place to make rules for a scene that you don't own.