There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren
plain,
there are children raised beneath a golden sun.

There are children of the water, children of the sand,
and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as
one:

I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to
know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to

live.

Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a

whale?
Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles

away?
Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to

know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to
live.


For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar, for the
native and the wanderer in kind.

For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
I am looking for my family and all of you are mine.


We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm.
We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away.

It is simply an idea and I know its time has come.
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to
know,

I want to share what I can give, I want to be,
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to
know,

I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to
live.
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to

know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live, I
want to live, I want to live.