Lyrics

You can hear the shouts
And their song
The sound of their cries
Marching along

There’s something wrong
And the murmers and cries
Not heard at all

All the voices thrown in the pot
Like water and oil
They rise and they drop
Each draws their lot

Let’s hope
Clear heads prevail
It’s all we’ve got

Under the skin we’re all the same
And the power of love is more than hate
Through the ages of time there’re winds of change
Until together they form the hurricane

Little child
What’s that in your hand
They say it’s your right
To shoot another man

Is that in your plan
Hey Cain what have you done
Ain’t that how this began

Under the skin we’re all the same
And the power of love is more than hate
Through the ages of time there’re winds of change
Until together they form the hurricane