In a world, with a life that is restricted by constant struggles for power, an endless barrage of stepping on one another shoves labels unto the unlabelable, the powerful and the powerless all come from the same stock, yet the one comes before the many in most cases, and to this an answer still remains to be spoken, as violence and conflict beget violence and conflict, I yearn to see a world characterized by thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.
And so I believe that we need more,
But what is it I'm looking for?
A dream I dreamed,
Or so it seemed,
Thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.