• A man had a dream
    That one day the world
    Would see we're not different
    Just not the same

    That one day he could
    Walk through the street
    Without people staring
    Or gangs looking for meat

    That one day the French
    Could hold Hungary's hand
    And Somalia could sleep
    Without a gun to their head

    That the term "melting pot"
    Could be understood
    Instead of just repeated
    Than forgotten about later

    Than one could live
    In peace and unity
    With another man
    Without war and all the fighting

    This man had this dream
    And said it to the world
    And they looked up at him
    Clapped, then hugged

    That day it didn't matter
    Whether you were black or poor
    Or if you were French
    Or spoke no language at all

    That day, the world smiled
    And for once, there was peace
    As the world sighed
    In blissful unity