We.
Were thrown together
So much pressure
That coal became diamonds
We were the shouts
Breaking through the silence
Saying
"Why should there be violence
Against my own brother? He does not looks like me. He is black, white, brown, he is red, purple, he is green. He is still my brother."
We.
Are leaves of a shaking tree
Different branches
But we all still feel the wind, the adversity
We
Are white walls painted all shades
From ivory to ebony
We
Are diversity.
We
Are unity.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
We.
Were thrown together
So much pressure
That coal became diamonds
We were the shouts
Breaking through the silence
Saying
"Why should there be violence
Against my own brother? He does not looks like me. He is black, white, brown, he is red, purple, he is green. He is still my brother."
We.
Are leaves of a shaking tree
Different branches
But we all still feel the wind, the adversity
We
Are white walls painted all shades
From ivory to ebony
We
Are diversity.
We
Are unity.
