Some people are like a goalie standing in your way
To hinder and hold back the game of progress with no kind words to say

If you're able to help somebody and not dribble with the ball
It's an awful sorry person who watches another fall

A hand is but a small thing to give to one in need
It's a feather in your cap to help, and a lesson one should heed

This world would be a grand place, if only the players would let it
Then why breed spite, and let's not fight, they could, if they'd only forget it

What have you done,
What can you do,
What can you gain for tomorrow

Look up to their heavens, and you will find, no malice but love and no sorrow

Let brotherhood live
Let them learn to forgive
And win happiness' game today for tomorrow