The Power Of One
("My father's land,My mother's tongueMisleading me,So shamelesslyFor many years,I misbelievedThe hatred is the path for me.")
Father I have killed many angels,I think.I will now walk to the sea.I hope I will someday forgive mePlease moorMy empty boat on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many livesYou've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spineYou now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.But the pain will remain.No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self-awareness, dreadful crime.I saw colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.The pain will remain.No power to gain.
Mother where's your son.When has this begun'Who has been the fool'
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.Who can tell me the color of the rain'In the world that we live in, the things said and doneThey can well overrunThe power of one.
No one was born to be a servant etc.
To leave and let dieTo give hope and take lifeIs that what you're here for'
To think you are rightTo make sure it won't flyIs a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,In the homes of the land slaves,We are all the same
I need to believe.There's more than the eye can seeAll colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slaveSeek the past and place the blameTell me the color of the rainNo one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we diePraise the oneness, praise the lieTo bind a web around the fakerWe will need a trueRainmaker
"Children of Abel, Children of CainCan live in harmony, without shameThe keys that I grant thee, The Sacred LandAre dry desert sand on the palm of your handWithout the water, the wisdom of pastWill run through your fingers, forgotten so fastThus now when I leave you, I'm truly blindThis blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."