Walking down the city streets one bitter Winter night, By a tiny fire, I saw a poor man looking up at me. I asked, "What is there that I can do to help you on your way?" In a tired and lonely voice, he said to me,
Chorus: "Light the torch a little bit brighter, make the world a little bit lighter, Give the world a little more laughter, on your way. We must keep Building the world a little bit stronger, keep our faith a little bit longer, Keep on fighting for a better day."
Pained and disillusioned, I went on about my way. Trav'ling all around the country, I saw things that frightened me: Broken forests, barren farmlands, angry people everywhere And I understood what he had said to me.
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Now each time I see a wrong, I try to make it right, For I know I must return to Her what She has given me. So when people come and ask of me what I once asked of him, I just tell them what the poor man said to me: