The world's a disgrace and a terrible place,
Or at least say the prophets of doom.
With fear all around and no peace to be found,
It's a landscape of darkness and gloom.
There's hunger and doubt, who cares about
All the suffering, trial and pain;
And there's not a place in the whole human race
Where a soul can be happy again.
But that's not for me, for I can't help but see,
With the dawning of each brand new day,
That there's hope in the smile of every child,
And I just can't help feeling that way.
For the child of today is the person they say,
Who will fashion the world that's to come;
And I know that I can in that life take a hand,
Shaping those who'll make tomorrow run.
So I pray that I'll reach every child I teach
With the finest that mankind can give,
And instill in these youth a love for the truth
Which will serve them wherever they live.
Let me teach them to know understanding and show
A respect for each person they see;
Let me teach them as they will teach others some day-
And let it begin with me!