When I was a boy, the children in school Could be so cruel Pick out the weakest, push down the weak Damage the injured and make themselves king One day I told them to be kind To have clear presence of mind Then I was one of the weak As the town trod and sang their song All hate is gone If you can't run as fast as the others You will still be my brother If you can't sail into the wind You will still be my friend When I looked around, I found The drakes and the hypocrites following behind Point out impurity for they were the freaks Those without wisdom shall suffer their needs One day I told them to be pure And displace their state of hate Then I became the king And the children began to sing All hate is gone If you can't run as fast as the others You will still be my brother If you can't sail into the wind You will still be my friend Oh, when we were young The children were cruel Within the shadows to define your use And if you were not good enough You had been disposed Their minds were closed If you can't run as fast as the others You will still be my brother If you can't run as fast as the others You will still be my brother If you can't sail into the wind You will still be my friend If you can't run as fast as the others You will still be my brother