In a bombed-out room in Belfast
A young boy is crying.
He's alone, and he don't understand
How the teachings of one book built on love and understanding
Could cause the hurt and killing in his land.
In an old part of Jerusalem
Two children are playing.
They run and laugh the way that it should be.
But one will wear the star and one will wear the crescent.
They'll grow up and change from friends to enemies.
But we are one, the flowers of one garden.
We're one, the leaves of one tree.
Let the walls come down.
Stand here together.
We are one family.
In a Pakistani village
A young boy on crutches
Takes a fall and lies helplessly there.
And he holds out his hand but no one will take it.
They won't touch him or the clothes that he wears.
On a side street in Selma
A black child is sitting
In a squad car protected from the whites.
'Cause they're burning a cross to send her a message.
You can see the fear in her eyes.
But we are one, the flowers of one garden.
We're one, the leaves of one tree.
Let the walls come down.
Stand here together.
We are one family.
Ponder in our heart how we were all created
From the same dust, the same dust.
Searching we will find that the Spirit of the Age
Has come to find us, to find us.
We are one, the flowers of one garden.
We're one, the leaves of one tree.
Let the walls come down.
Stand here together.
We are one family.
