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Heart’s Still Beating

Check the pulse of humanity;
Sometimes makes you despair.
Someone always being hurt somewhere,
And it isn’t fair.
But there are those moments
When we forget who we think we are,
With our stripes and our hammers,
Suns and crescents and stars.
We can’t find a barrier anywhere,
We can’t find the enemy we thought was there.
For a moment we can trust,
For a moment… it’s only us.

The heart’s still beating,
The fire’s still burning.
We may be feeling
That the wind is turning
And the pain is healing,
Though the mem’ries may be long.
The heart’s still beating,
The heart’s still beating,
The heart’s still beating strong.

Search the face of humanity;
Often brings you to tears.
Makes you wonder what we’re doing here,
And sometimes it isn’t clear.
Then there are those moments
When we can open up our minds.
We’re shoulder to shoulder
When a life is on the line,
And one more lost to hostility
Becomes unthinkable insanity.
Under layers of ancient dust,
We discover there’s only us.

The heart’s still beating… etc.

Up With People!

It happened just this morning, I was walking down the street,
The milkman and the postman and policeman I did meet.
There in ev’ry window and ev’ry single door,
I recognized people I’d never noticed before.

Up! Up with people!
You meet ‘em wherever you go,
Up! Up with People!
They’re the best kind of folks we know.
If more people were for people,
All people ev’rywhere,
There’d be a lot less people to worry about,
And a lot more people who care.

People from the south-land and people from the north,
Like a mighty army, I saw them coming forth.
‘Twas a great reunion, befitting of a king!
Then I realized people were more important than things.

Up! Up with people!… etc.

Does It Really Matter?

“I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics,
Will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: ‘Free at last free at last thank God almighty we are free at last.”

Free at last, we should be free at last
Not prisoners of the past
Divided by races.
Kind of strange, though we’re all ‘bout the same
Somehow these lines remain
We stay in our places.What does the color of the skin
Have to do with the person within?

Now, does it really matter?
Well I really don’t know
But when you take it past the color zone
And you get right down to the bone
Tell me does it really matter?
Does it matter at all?

Rich or poor, there’s a destiny in store
We will share forevermore
No one excluded.
And if one day they blow this world of ours away
Makes no difference how you pray
We’re all included.

And when a hungry baby cries
Can you tell what color are the tears in his eyes?

Now, does it really matter?…etc.

“I have a dream this afternoon that the brotherhood of man will become a reality in this day … I have a dream …”