John Denver

There are children raised in sorrow
On a scorched and barren plain
There are children raised beneath the golden sun
There are children of the water
Children of the sand
And they cry out through the universe
Their voices raised as one
I want to live, I want to grow
I want to see, I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be, I want to live
Have you gazed out on the ocean
Seen the breaching of a whale
Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam
Have you heard the song the humpback hears
Five hundred miles away
Telling tales of ancient history
Of passages and home
I want to live, I want to grow
I want to see, I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be, I want to live
For the worker and warrior, the lover and the liar
For the native and the wanderer in kind
For the maker and the user and the mother and her son
I am looking for my family and all of you are mine
We are standing all together
Face to face and arm in arm
We are standing on the treshold of a dream
No more hunger, no more killing
No more wasting life away
It is simply an idea
And I know its time has come
I want to live, I want to grow
I want to see, I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be
I want to live, I want to grow
I want to see, I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be, I want to live
I want to live, I want to grow
I want to see, I want to know
I want to share what I can give
I want to be, I want to live
I want to live, I want to live