Sometime before I've had plans and ideas,
Tried to be "someone" but the track was lost
With shame, misery and bottles of beer.
Yet one's loss becomes everybody's cost
ln the pain to face a past that's cruel
Solidarity Defeats Solitude
What now seems to be right is bound to become wrong
Truth's real, not just black or white
It's, coloured, it's patterned, here's its beauty.
Nothíngs more rewarding, reviving, and as strong
As to fit together right
Solidarity Defeats Solitude
Happiness was the reaching of a hand
To which my hand did hold,
Now I face the past and understand it.
I want to reach evervbody's soul
Learn from there the true lessons that are pure
Solidarity Defeats Solitude