In a bombed out room in belfastA young boy is cryingHeâs alone and he donât understandHow the teachings of one bookBuilt on love and understandingCould cause the hurt and killing in his landIn an old part of jerusalemTwo children are playingThey run and laugh the way itâs meant to beBut one will wear the starAnd one will wear the crescentAnd theyâll grow up and change from friends to enemiesRefrão:But we are oneFlowers of one gardenWeâre one the leaves of one treeLet the walls come downAnd stand here togetherWe are one familyIn a pakistani villageA young boy on crutchesTakes a fall and lies helplessly thereAnd he holds out his handBut no one will take itThey wonât touch him or the clothes that he wearsOn a side street in selmaA black child is sittingIn a squad car protected from the whitesâcause theyâre burning a crossTo send her a messageAnd you can see the fear in her eyesPonder in our heartsHow we were all createdFrom the same dust, same dustAnd searching we will findThat spirit of the ageHas come to find us, to find usRefrão