This world is filled with everlasting sorrows

Including those of which we do not speak

There are as many yesterdays as morrows

And there is pain in every day and week

Each breath I take, a thousand children die

Each step I take, a million soldiers fall

And Listen, you can hear their families cry

And you can see the anguish of them all

If you should turn your head and look about

You’d see the lonely widow try to cope

When hate and violence hiss and prowl and shout

It seems as if the world has lost all hope

But when we raise our voices loud and clear,

We also save the love we hold so dear