All over the world
People have a choice
To live in peace
And speak one voice
To look in awe
At the Spirits creation
The seasons, the Oceans
In every nation
How sad the ones
Who choose to live blind
To decide to hold hatred
Against the rest of mankind
Oh what a waste
How tragic their lives
As they know not happiness
Just how to exist and survive
Their lives are full
Of barren ideals
Shallow and weak
Never strong and real
Day after day
They learn to resist
A life with no content
They go on, and exist
Brave they are not
Though they think they are
Only sad tragic people
Who need to move far
No matter what colour
No matter what creed
To appreciate this world
Is for all to achieve
Why live this existence?
What makes them this way?
Pray the Spirit of Peace
Helps them find another way
