Every morning, I turn the radio on while driving to work in my car.
The songs I hear, have nothing to do with force, hatred or war.
A song which makes us happy and gay, not a single word of grief far away.
Reach out your hands and let us be friends, we'll be happy.
You read the paper, right away on the very first page a father has killed his son.
And on the TV news, you can see the world is far from peace and fun.
Disturbance lies in every land, the things which are wrong are caused by man.
Reach out your hands, let us be friends, we'll be happy.
Let us be free, you and me.
Let us be free, you and me.
Every night, I think about how well we all continue to live.
Does it show, in the stars what the future has yet to give.
The rich surely will be richer I'd say, and he who is poor will stay that way.
Reach out your hands for those who are weak, we'll be happy.
Let us be free, you and me.
Let us be free, you and me.