Only two generations have passed Since the days of servitude, But we still haven't learned how to act. What is the problem today? Is it the color of my skin or how I choose to pray? What does it mean to you anyway? Is what makes us all different just fuel for the fire of hate? Which glows bright tonight, How many more burns can we take? Despite traditions or the gods that you choose, We're all human first. We must help one another pull through. What is the problem today? Is it the place I am from or that I choose not to pray? What does it mean to you anyway? Is what makes us all different just fuel for the fire of hate? Which glows bright tonight, How many more burns can we take? What is the problem today? Must we always find a reason to discriminate? We can't go on living this way. We must gain some perspective And extinguish the fire of hate. The future is in our hands, Nothing is left to fate.