Way back when when I was a little girl.
I used to want to live in a TV commercial.
Cause everywhere I turned I saw the pain.
It took a little while before the wisdom came.
My way.
My way.
We live in a land of many choices.
I don't believe in hateful voices.
Black with black and white with white.
We all got a choice but we all ain't right.
Come my way.
Our way.
Come my way.
Our way.
Black and white that don't make great.
A product of love is what they make.
A love that makes golden child.
We are all the golden child.
We are all the golden child.
There's a world full of treasures.
We are all the golden child.
There's a product of love.
