Suzanne Vega

When blood sees blood
Of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice its known
It sings to recognize the face
One body split and passed along the line
From the shoulder to the hip
I know these bones as being mine
And the curving of the lip
And my question to you is:
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life fall so far and fast?
Some are lean and some with grace, and some without;
All tell the story that repeats