Can Love rise higher than the level of the flood?
Can Peace move in on the wings of a dove?
Can Hope ride restless winds so strong
to reach those who have lost their song?
Will we rise?
Will we rise?
Rise to share our lullaby?
Will we rise?
Will we rise?
Hold those hands up high?
When we see that smile return
maybe then we'll understand
the power in all this weakness--
the power in all this struggle--
the power in the warmth
of helping hands.
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