The path to war
Is never the same
Some of it may be a lie
We might be to blame

Destruction is never good
We might have gloated
We accepted bad not good
We might have boasted

Innocent is innocent
Proved in court if law
Seeing isn't always believing
Of what we might have saw

In any circumstance there may be peace
Talk and gestures communication
At least

The different colors of this planet
Are not to be the same
Not to judge
Not to blame

We each shed a tear
We each have fear
The one and the same

Think of fabric
All colors stitches
Think of that time
It may have been torn
May have been ripped

A world of color is beautiful
The nations not devided
All stiched together
The color not one sided

It is whom we are
For which we stand
Stick to your values
Don't be bland.

A world without color, race or religion
Might be recinded
Enjoy what we have
All well blended