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Maybe we are a different race of people
Maybe we are a different color people
Maybe we are of different ends and reasons
Maybe we are, maybe we are of different spiritual conviction

People of the world come together by virtue of love
Able to be seen yet at most time they are unable to touch
Make not my brother my rival
Don't watch skin color we all want survival

Isn't it blood that flows through the veins of man?
You've got a heart and when I search myself I've got one
Why must we be at each others throat?
There goes the breaking of solemn oath

And the words you say to, they mean anything
When you say that you love, does it come from within?
And the songs you sing do they mean anything?
Will they calm our fears and our suffering?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, it make me feel like crying
Ah, ah, ah, ah, it make me feel like crying
Ah, ah, ah, ah, it make me feel like crying
Ah, ah, ah, ah, it make me feel like crying

Earth rightful ruler earns no wire fence
May not be your neighbor still yet we can be friends
Though language barrier we find ways to comprehend
Each man is my brother and I am glad to say
That each man is my friend