You're black, I'm white
I'm me, you're you
We stand at opposite corners
With our own narrow views.
I'm wrong, you're right
And I don't think I like you
This whole world is acting the same way we do.
God made you in color
While he left me white
But that gives us no reason
To fuss and to fight.
If I hold out my hand
And you lean toward me,
We can still be brothers
Like the Lord meant us to be.
