One is left when one goes away.
There is not enough fortitude for that person to stay.
One is of comfort, one of pain
Ain’t much sunshine for all the rain.
Both are capable to reach out to another,
One holds tight to their dying mother.
Two different opinions,
Neither one is truly right,
But it doesn’t matter when they are in a fight.
Really there is no way to predict,
One you’ll feel lucky, the other like you’ve been kicked.
One is thought to be true and for sure,
The other sets in motion a great uproar.
Neither one knows much about the other,
But the holder of the love carries that love over and over.
Two kids in the same family,
One will be a preacher, one will be the shame.
Neither upbringing nor circumstance to blame,
one with which you will love and cherish
One that you will wish would perish.
Two is either this or that
No one thing by itself all alone,
I could just go on and on!