[Christina]
When I was young I would look in the mirror
(Didn't know it then but now it couldn't be clearer...)
That I remember being filled with such wonder
Before learning that the world could be harsher
Who you love or the color of your skin
(Or the place that you were born and grew up in)
Shouldn't decide how you will be treated
Cause we're all the same when everybody's breathing
Waiting for a change to set us free
Waiting for the day when you can be you and I can be me
Waiting for hope to come around
Waiting for the day when hate is lost and love is found
Waiting for a change, waiting for a change
Change, change...