Blood In Our Veins Poem by Don Subba

A rose by any other name
Would still as red as the blood in our veins
A pawn in any other game
Still may be sacrificed, all in vain

What you call it
What you call it
Still leaves a mark
Still leaves a mark

A rose by any other name
Still cuts the same
A rose by any other name
Still draws the pain
(Still draws the pain)

Two men, neither the same
When cut still feel the sharp sting of pain
A sin, even of little shame
Still may drive your heart insane

What you hide in
What you hide in
Finds its way out
Finds its way out

A rose by any other name
Still cuts the same
A rose by any other name
Still draws the pain
(Still draws the pain)

If you change the sign
You don't change the cost
If you change the words
You don't heal what's lost
Two hands, two hearts
One wound remains
Same red river
Running through our veins

A rose by any other name
Still cuts the same
A rose by any other name
Still draws the pain
(Still draws the pain)