Now, I can respect people with and without faith But I can not respect someone with faith ignorant of someone without Or someone without faith ignorant of someone with We all have the right to our own beliefs And as children we never worried about such things We just worried about cooties and monsters under our beds The monsters have moved out and the cooties have been cured But with those worries settled, there have come greater problems The problem with growing up is growing more aware We learn that weeds aren't really flowers And the bums on the street aren't supposed to be our friends I wish adults were more like children At least in believing that everyone can be friends But as sure as I am that the sun will rise I'm sure that people will not get along