I'm not going to run, I'm going to stand here and watch. Every blow will cut into my heart, and tell me who and what you are.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.
The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?
You've got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made, Of people whose skin is a different shade. You've got to be carefully taught.