Well, it's hard to believe that things can be well when you see what's going on,
Such hate and confusion,
It seems just like hell, yet something spurs us on,
I believe in the very thing I cannot see, for you are the love who will come back for me.

When you come back down will justice be restored'
Will every man shake the hand of the one who lives next door'
When you come back down will the colour of our skin mean beauty in variety, when at last we know we're kin'
When you come back down.

It's hard to believe that things could get worse when you know what's going down,
We're killing our children; treat them as a curse, not a blessing or our crown,
I believe in the very thing I cannot see, for you are the love who will come back for me.

When you come back down will justice be restored'
Will every man shake the hand of the one who lives next door'
When you come back down will the colour of our skin mean beauty in variety, when at last we know we're kin'
When you come back down.