Finding peace

we won't find peace at the UN we won't find it in a stuffy old room with stuck up old men no we won't find peace at the UN peace is here and there peace is hiding everywhere but we can't find it at the UN no, peace hides at the park and in the backyard while mothers cry they watch their children play color blind, and free no we can't find peace at the UN peace is neither black nor white peace is the ones so young they don't know they don't know their parents pain all they know is how to be how to be a friend how to be a helping hand no you won't find peace at the UN you'll find it at the playground with children of every race lighting up every war torn face never knowing what all of them will grow to be because hope fades like the end of a day and one day night will fall because they don't know you can't find peace at the UN no you can't find peace not in a room with stuffy old men they have a quota to save they have some hearts to break no peace isn't for stuffy old men it's for the young cause they don't know not yet what it hurts what it costs no one tells the no net yet but soon they'll hear it whispered to the wind to this or that black or white there's somewhere they'll want to be but they won't belong they can't belong and then they'll forget No you can't fin peace at the UN and you never will