© 2018 Mark Cote
he painted the world with colors
and songs in different tongues
and the hope
they'd harmonize as one
hating each other's differences
but we all still bleed the same
spiraling end to nowhere
if nothing is going to change
(chorus) calling, across the land
just reach
out your hand
and help if you can
your fellow man
build him up, don't tear him down
like the fertile soil on the ground
and we will find out how it will be
the child of man
he gave us a mind to realize
that together we can work it out
when one mind
is so so filled with doubt
when negative thoughts wash over
like a cold September rain
someone holds the umbrella
'til the sun will shine again
(chorus)
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