This world, this day .
There is despair.
There is a little girl crying.
Because her parents tell her, she is not good enough.
In this world, parents go against their children.
Children against their father and mother's, telling them how they failed raising them.
There is a child without a home.
There is a lonely old man , who lost his wife.
There is a solider who never came home due to the cruel guns of war.
Oh, this world, is changing around us.
If I had it my way I would stop every tear that was shed.
I would take in every little boy and every little girl who did not have a home.
I would take the shot for a solider.
In this world this day , there is hope.
There is light.
There is not just despair and blood shed.
Mmm, mmm, woah, woah, woah, yeah.
Another day , another week passes, another year.
If only the world would dig a little deeper.
Go beyound the blood, beyound the pain the despair, the darkness.
They would have the strength to carry on.
They would see the past the sharp knife in their heart.
They would see in this world, in this pain, there is the light.
The light that was there before time. Before all the blood, the dreams shatterd, the choices of mankind.
Oh, I hold my head and heart held high, I see the light.
I see a better day.
In this world, this day, this week, this year. I see it now.
I see it now.
I see it now.
In this world.
Woah .
