Aluminum

Collect cans for change
Change collected by cans
With these two open hands
Apart from god but I stand
They point their crooked fingers
Past the point of their beliefs
we may be sinners
But We love more than the majority
We climb the trees
So the sun can kiss our face
We sail the seas
So the salt can clean our wounds
We fear nothing
So fear can be our friend
We fear nothing
So fear can be our friend
Our friend
We fear nothing
So fear can be our friend
We fear nothing
So fear can be our friend
Our friend