Turn on the telly, open the paper.
Hear of the brute thief and the rapist...

You are my one
You are my only...

Sometimes you've just got to run
Run away...

I may have never met you,
But your always in my heart...

There she sits so helpless
mascara running down her eyes...

Gone is my dad,
He left us in May...

The world today as we know it,
Has turmoils, traps and wars...

I watch you from afar,
But it is just a dream...

Being your friend is hard but true,
Not knowing if your happy or blue...

Why do we have to be judged,
By the colour of our skin...

There is no fairy godmother,
to make my wish come true...

Where we are going in life,
is a question no one can answer...