In my time here on earth I've seen many changes made And though a great deal has been done We haven't done all that we could And so I come to you and say Though simple it may sound Well I know a better way Strike not our brother down People living on the street Caught in the crossfire of a war Waged by kindred brethren there All for a fifteen minute high And while the seas are never calm Around the storm we navigate Though the storm has come and gone The tide still turns from love to hate We were all made the same Just take a look around To what end will it come If we strike our brother down And so I come to you and say Though simple it may sound I know a better way Strike not our brother down I know a better way Strike not our brother down