When the man will quit the race and
Will feel the sweetness of
The embrace
When the money will not be the
Only goodness of the human being
Hope it will not be too late,
Hope it will not be too hate.
When the energy of this world will
Converge on winds of peace and
Love
When the people will be judged for
What they are and not for
What they got
Hope it will not be too bled, hope it
Will not be the end.
Waiting for a fairer day,
Waiting for a brighter ray, waiting
For a happier face
Waiting for cleaner lands lived
By cleaner heads moving their
Cleaner hands.
Waiting for a manKind rising,
Waiting for a new sun shining,
Waiting for a global smiling
Waiting for a resolution of this bad
Chronic pollution, waiting for an
Absolution.
When the man will stop this
Wait maybe something
Finally could change.