Everyday, I hear hatred and racism,
I her justifications of immoral actions,
and I ask myself:
To this world I must conform?

Everyday, I see others suffering,
I see the starved children, and the pain.
and I ask myself:
After thousands of years, can the world be changed?

Everyday, I feel the plight of the heroes, to keep their head above the water, a struggle that will soon end.
and I ask myself:
Is there anything so bad about drowning?

I'm fed up with the world, trying to fix all of it's problems.
I'm fed up with the world, ignoring the empty half of the cup,
But, in my heart of hearts, I know that the world can be changed
and I tell myself:
I'm fed up, but I'll never give up.