The Power and the Glory - Whyzdom

I’ve seen the wonders of this world

I’ve heard the music, the choirs

That even angels could not even have thought of

Born in the soul and the tears and the essence of our lives

Destined to be forgotten when the time has come

Haven’t you seen these men

Waging war on their brothers?

Haven’t you seen these men

Dying for the glory and the power?

It’s much too late

To hear the prophet’s cry in our heart

It’s much too late

To prove that we were right from the start

It’s much too late

To save what we’ve been fighting for

We feed the hope of our lives

With the same old ephemeral quests

And glorious dreams and ordinary lies

Now tell me, what are your glory and your power worth

When a child is dreaming in your arms?

I’ve seen so many people landing their hand to me

Trying to help as much as they can the child that I used to be

How can it be that someone dies under our eyes

While we move on pretending to be blind

Living in our own paradise?

How can it be that people are dying right under our eyes?

Haven’t you seen these men daying so far away from our heart?

It’s much too late

To hear the prophet’s cry in our heart

It’s much too late

To prove that we were right from the start

It’s much too late

To save what we’ve been fighting for

What we’ve all been fighting for

We feed the hope of our lives

With the same old ephemeral quests

And glorious dreams and ordinary lies

We feed the hope of our lives

With the same old ephemeral quests

And glorious dreams and ordinary lies

Now tell me, what are your glory and your power worth

When a child is dreaming in your arms?