Hold hands people of despair

Recognize the missing flair

It is unity I must declare

It is life not being fair



Birds with broken wings

Listen to that who sings

About the hope and joy he brings

Left behind is the one who blinks



The young nomad is traveling again

Long comfortable trip on a plane

Left behind is all the pain

Straight ahead is all to gain



Is it a lonely trip this time?

Or with his brothers and sisters at their prime

Adding all their pennies and dime

Up the harsh mountain they climb



King of the African Horn

Studying late in his dorm

Thoughts in their true form

Surrounded with nothing warm



Queen of the desert land

Bright as a diamond brand

Pure as crystal sand

Fighting for the upper hand



Together we unite

Connected we are the light

Related we are tonight

Misery we are to fight