Life is a long road - everyone knows it. Nothing is ever the way that you suppose it. The window blows open the moment you close it. And hatred finds a way into your heart.. Living escapes us - lost in our labors. Doing our damage and blaming our neighbors. Praying to paper and begging for favors. And hatred finds a way into our hearts.. Picture a place where your love makes a difference. Where silence has meaning and the noble run free. Cradle the dream of your sisters and brothers. Arms gently curled around the world. We can relinquish the sorrows that hold us. Taking our strength back from those we let control us. Letting acceptance and mercy enfold us. And clear the path for love to find a way into our hearts. Picture a place where your love makes a difference. Where silence has meaning and the noble run free. Cradle the dream of your sisters and brothers. Arms gently curled around the world. We can find the way to hold this world inside our hearts. Picture a place where your love makes a difference. Where silence has meaning and the noble run free. Cradle the dream of your sisters and brothers. Arms gently curled around the world. I will remember my love makes a difference. And try to recall that it all begins with me. Cradle the dream of a sweet ever after. With arms gently curled around the world. Arms gently curled around the world. It all could come true...