A man full of prejudice
Narrow-minded and selfish
Asked me to be his wife
There are other men near by!
For my husband I would have
A polite and humble man
Who has everything I don't
Teaches me right when I'm wrong
He could become my own wings
So that I can easily fly
Then fulfill a million dreams
Love me tender when he smiles
I don't have a million dreams
I am not fond of hunger
Of massacre and of terror
All those have been my bad dreams.
If I was a wealthy man
I would chose the girl I am
To go all around the world
Give happiness to the poor
I won't take a demi cent
From what he would like to give
I have known misery myself
I won't rob from my own sis'
We are brothers and sisters
We lost each other one day
So far we can't remember
Even recognize each face.
The look might be different
We are black, white, yellow, red
One huge family, one root
See that? We are all human.
I could love such a poor guy
So fool, so idealistic
That he could give his own life
To dry up the Pacific.
People would live in one land
No storm, no fear, no frontier
A vast and promising land
The sky would always be clear. |
