When we think about the world 
Do we think of places that are far away 
We're here today 
And searching for the courage to be who we say 

And there's a boy 
She stands beside her father 
And he's wondering 
Where's the girl? 
She's looking for the games he used to play 

What do I mean to me? 
I a mystery? 
Or is the answer to my question what I find in others? 
Who are sisters? 
Who are brothers? 
What will it take for us to see 

That we're all women and men 
He's a girl
she's a boy 
The same wants
The same needs 
For love 
For joy 
What are these differences that cloud the way we see? 
When I see you, do I see me? 

When we try to understand 
Do we look deeper than our skin and bone? 
We're all alone
But somehow still a part of the unknown 

There are so many faces
so many different roads and homes 
So many lives inside
So [bad word] to the world 
Will we have lived before we've died? 

What do I mean to me? 
I a mystery? 
Or is the answer to my question what I find in others? 
Who are sisters? 
Who are brothers? 
What will it take for us to see

That we're all women and men 
He's a girl
she's a boy 
The same needs
the same wants 
For love and joy 
With all our progress and endless capability 
Why make it harder than it needs to be? 

That we're all women and men 
I'm a boy
I'm a girl 
We're all women and men 
I'm a boy and joy 
I'm a woman
I'm a man 
I'm a girl
And I am a boy 
I'm a girl
I am a boy