Three words on a weathered page Older than the modern age But they weren’t meant for ink and pen They were meant for living men We draw the lines, we build the walls Until the house we’re living in falls But look at the hands, look at the face There’s a common blood in every race We the people, not me or you A thousand colors, a single hue We’ll have our storms and we’ll have our noise But love can carry a million joys Different hearts, but just one voice Yeah, love is the only choice I might see the mountain, you see the sea But you’re the mirror reflecting me Our differences are just the grace To fill the gaps in this hollow space So raise the tone and hold the line Your melody is a friend of mine We are the voices.. We are the voices rising up We are the light when days are rough Hand in hand, we learn to stand Love is where it all began We are the future, we belong Every heart becomes a song Side by side, we all can see Love is how the world should be It’s not a whisper, it’s not a scream It’s the waking up of a shared dream One pulse, one breath, one steady beat Where the rivers of our spirits meet We the people, not me or you A thousand colors, a single hue We’ll have our storms and we’ll have our noise But love can carry a million joys Just one voice… just one voice… Different hearts, but just one voice Yeah, love is the only choice We the people… We the people… We the people… Just one voice… In the name of love…
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