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I look around and see


I look around and see the skin. Everyone is different from the outside in. But aren't we all the same? There's no one to blame. We're all made in His image, right? So why does race always start a fight? Let's end it now, it's time to change. I don't want to be close-minded, let's open the range. There was blood and tears That was the price to end our fears. Now, we can all live together as one And it's all thanks to those who were there when it begun.
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