We cave men, for our arrogance to conquer fire and stone
For all of our audacity from on our mighty throne
For all our dreaming foolishness and all the ways we’ve grown
Have hope, if there is hope, in this: we stand as one, alone.
The villain and the hero too, regardless who’s to blame
The strong, the weak, the privileged few, the wild and the tame
The child and parent, fool and sage, the healthy and the lame
Are held together, if so held, because they are the same.
Wherever we see strangers from a strange and distant land
Wherever we make walls or flags or draw lines in the sand
Wherever we build borders, by our words or by our hand
We must make, if we can make it, brotherhood our one demand.
If there is a world to save, it is a world we share
If there is a single grave we all are buried there
If there is any sorrow it’s a sorrow we all bear
And if not now than when and who, and if not here then where?