after all, that's all

A tear to mend what's on your mind
A smile,
let it fall.
A breath to breathe your name as well,
after all, that's all
that one deserves to place upon the tongue of all who care
and place it well, for if you don't, it's like it wasn't there
A heart with which to open up
A heart,
I motion now,
thumb and finger can create
or make an L,
but that's called hate
and after all, all ends well,
after all, its swell
that we are only what we give
and giving doesn't go
to show that we are selfish
we are human we are small
the skies they can't compare
and yet they can't dissolve
our buildings and our fortresses
the things that we create
unless the human race does sprinkle in
a thing called hate
and make the acid fall on all the things we worked to build
we are the very downfall that we wish to push afar
we are the very aching of our every beating heart