We are the stars that drift in silent night,
soft hands of ivory calling every name.
Beneath one moon we gather, hearts in candlelight,
painting the dark with every trembling flame.
We are the river rolling toward tomorrow,
notes of compassion braided into song;
give what you carry, trade a tear for sorrow,
together we’re louder, together strong.
Let keys of kindness open every door,
let fragile children dream of peace unbroken;
when love is spoken, no one is poor—
we are the world, the promise we have spoken.