The baby orphan in the needy cradle
Be his hope like light on a candle
The woman vending in the wild sun
Don't steal her tired goods and run

The single dad toiling hard
He's already worn out don't make him mad
The friend in need of that helping hand
Be that hand and spin the magic wand

The family from which you come by blood
Don't spoil their name lest you get hit by a flood
The man in you, called by your name
Nurture him right to be the kindest fame

The place you call your very country
Do your best and make it a beloved territory
The brother from the other border nation
Be no racist, respect his notion