Reach out your hand—
Together, we can stand.
In this race for fame and glory,
We've lost the thread of our true story.

A mask may cloak your face and name,
But never wash away your shame.
Children lost, left cold and bare—
What happened to the dream we’d share?

Money can't buy love or grace,
It’s just an illusion we blindly chase,
A day will come, and all man-made will fall,
And in that hour, the bells will call.