The Day The World Gets ‘Round

The day the world gets 'round
to understanding where it is,
Using all it's found,
to help each other, hand in hand

The day the world gets 'round
to understanding where it's gone
Losing so much ground
killing each other, hand in hand
Such foolishness in man
I want no part of their plan - OH NO

If you're the destructive kind
Now I'm working from day to day
As I don't want to be like you
I look for the pure of heart
And the ones that have made a start,

But Lord, there are just a few
who bow before you,
in silence they pray,

Oh how they pray for the day the
world gets 'round

Using all they've found
To help each other, hand in hand

The Day The World Gets 'Round

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