Family
(Tom Eyen/Henrey Kreiger)
"Is it a beautiful day? You're beautiful!
I mentioned earlier that the world is watching each of you. You make me so proud I'm the happiest woman in the world right now. I have a dream come true."
"I want you to listen to me now. This is being televised again worldwide today. Just calm yourselves, come on. Alright.
Can you feel me?
Yes, this may be the most important moment in my life.
There are words in this song that to me are very special Listen."
It's more than you
It's more than me
No matter what we are
We are a family
This dream is for us
This one can be real
They can't stop us now
Because of how we feel
It's more than you
It's more than me
whatever dreams we have
They're for the family
We're not alone any more then
There are others there
And this dream's big enough
For all of us to share
So don't think you're going
We're not going anywhere
We're staying, taking our share
If you get afraid again
I'll be there
We are a family
Like a giant tree
Branching out towaards the sky
We are a family
And so much more
Than just you and I
We are a family
Like a giant tree
Growing strong
Growing wiser
We are
We are
a family
"I love you"
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