So we’re lookin’ out on the world and what do we see
Another screen full of horror, another atrocity
What can I do as simple man who wants to make a difference
Wants to do what he can, not just talk about it
Stone drops in a pond, stirs the sediment
Ripples, to the edge of the world
A teenage boy with a rubber band around his arm
Finds a vein and a back road into the dark and stops the pain
Another chance, another day to mend
To change, to start again
A young woman with a deadly belt around her waist
Steps on the bus with no regret for her life and the lives she will take
A leader in the rapture of his absolute right will not connect
With a young man wrapped in the flag, in a black bag
Voice raised in a room of silence, conquers fear
Takes action, starts the journey, starts the journey
Baby born with an open mind and a trusting face
Has no regard for distinction, says to have hope is to be human
Another chance, another day to mend
To change, to start again
Another chance, another day
Another chance, another day
To mend, to change, to start again
Another chance, another day
Another chance, another day
To mend, to change, to start again
Another chance, another day to mend
To change, to start again
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