Her skirt's too short,
his pants too tight.
She never smiles,
he's forced to fight.

He lost his job,
her baby's on the way.
He's doing the drugs,
her grades aren't okay.

Six billion people,
all around the world.
Some forced to fight,
some boy some girl.

Everyone's story,
everyone's life.
Six billion people,
alone tonight.

You think it's rough,
gotta ace that test.
What about the girl,
with the pregnancy test?

How about the guy,
who lost his job.
With a wife and kids,
who can't go home.

How about the guy,
the one who's forced to fight.
Otherwise he might,
not make it through the night.

How about the girl,
the one who never smiles.
She's beaten and bruised,
been running for miles.

These people you see,
all have something the same.
These people in the world,
they are not ashamed.

For everyone has someone,
no matter who they are.
They make you feel safe,
they heal your scars.

Six billion people,
all you need is one.
Six billion people,
six billion to one...