I Happen To Be Colorblind. Racism Is

How Does It Feel When You're Alone And You're Cold Inside

Heal The World, Make It A Better Place.

Sometimes The Heart Is So Heavy That We Turn Away From It And Forget That Its Throbbing Is The Wisest Message Of Life, A Wordless Message That Says, "live, Be, Move, Rejoice -- You Are Alive!" Without The Heart's Wise Rhythm, We Could Not Exist.

Most People Don't Know Me, That Is Why They Write Such Things In Which Most Is Not True. I Cry Very Very Often Because It Hurts And I Worry About The Children, All My Children All Over The World, I Live For Them.

Everyone's Taking Control Of Me Seems That The World's Got A Role For Me I'm So Confused Will You Show To Me You'll Be There For Me And Care Enough To Bear Me