There’s a homeless man on the cornerTrying to get by holding a signThere’s a little girl in a fieldBlowing on dandelionsThere’s a bullet hole in the stomachOf a kid who got caught in the wayThere’s a park full of childrenWorking hard at playSome got it good, some got it badIf you judge it by the worldWe don’t have the choiceIf it’s the bullet hole or the girlBut if we hold our hearts up highAnd see this world through God’s EyesHold our hearts up highAnd we will never have to wonder whyThere’s a little baby in the playpenThere’s a soldier waiting for warThere’s a family out having a good timeThere’s a drug addict dying for moreTears of joy and tears of sadnessFilled across the earthAnd they’ve been coming to usSince the time of birth(bridge/chorus)Life just ain’t fair if we try to compareOurselves to one anotherThe thing we must rememberIs that God loves us the sameHe knows every one of our names(Chorus)