Reach out your hand

Who am I to claim an answer…
A simple answer to all our pain?
I am born made of flesh and blood
I am man the very same.
But I see a simple answer…
As to why our children cry?
The reasons that we go too war…
Why we cheat and lie.

The answer that I claim to know…
A simple answer to all our pain,
Is to love man, every man
For we are all the same.
It is such a simple answer…
For all that we endure.
Just stop and reach out your hand…
For the rest… we'll find a cure!

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