And the thing that separates us from those tradgic, painful lives
Is just a fate of birth, and a whole lot of luck.
Somewhere a man has lost his job now, and a families' dazed and confused
Somewhere people have no homes and no shelter from the storm
Somewhere a lovers heart is broken and they're shivering, numb and cold
Somewhere an anguished man is twisted, he's got a razor in his hand
And the thing that separates us from those tradgic, painful lives
Is just a fate of birth, and a whole lot of luck.
Somewhere hope is being rekindled and the human spirit is strong
Somewhere people will find their way back with some help from me and you
Somewhere a woman is fighting back now and a farmer stands his ground
Somewhere a child is being rescued and a broken heart is healing
And what binds us together is our commonality
and the feelings we all harbour in our hearts.
And what binds us together is our hope, our love, our dreams.
It’s all just a fate of birth, and a whole lot of luck.