What's going on?
Instead of better
It's turning wrong.

It's every day Cain kills Abel,
For less than colors
There are no tomorrows.

Instead of building tables of wood
To eat in peace...
They are building coffins
To be buried in grief.

Her world is sad
Can they change that?
May they be friends?
Instead of guns, give helping hands
Plant seeds of flowers.

Her world is sad
Can Love change that?
Instead of evil, instead of bad
Can they be happy, can they be glad?