Whatever shall be, shall be, shall be
Our lives are all woven together, like embroidery
And like those long gone poets from long ago
We take our pen and let words flow
And just know that whatever shall be, shall be
And is bigger than all of us, you and me
So begin take your pen and let those words go
Write poetry of the sun, the wind, and the snow
And just remember, just know
We're all pieces, just another part of the whole
Just like those poets from long ago

Where mother earth is most beautiful
And the majority live in poverty
My heart cries, "Why must this be so,
In this great land of plenty?"

Come let's climb those high mountains
And gaze over the horizon
Let's see for ourselves how our brothers
and sisters live with so little

Come with me and see amidst this place
where the sun shines so beautifully
and hunger lies upon children's faces
like an oil spill upon the sea

Come let's extend our hand with compassion
And offer our family some help
Let's forget of buying the latest fashion
and giving money to corporations.