A boy and a girl … and a mother and a father
We were all to be born … very much like no other
Black or white any colour … in a hut or a tower
Like the bird in the trees … and the bees of a flowers
We are unity … if it was all up to me
Well there ain’t gonna be
No more hurt … no misery
No more standing watching idly
Calling it neutrality
Well it ain’t gonna be
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