The Power Of One Lyrics

The Power Of One lyrics

My father's land,
my mother's tongue
Misleading me,
so
shamelessly
For many years,
I misbelieved
The hatred is the path for
me.

Father I have killed many angels,
I think.
I will now walk in
the sea.
I hope you will someday forgive me
Please moor
my 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 lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all said on
the sings.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You
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 the 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 you tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live
on, the lies said and done
They can well overrun
the power of
one.

No one was born to be a slave etc.

To live and let die
To
give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for?

To think you are
right
To make sure it won't fly
Is 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 see
All
colors of rainbow.

No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and
place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a
master

In the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the
lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a
true
Rainmaker

"Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in
harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacret Land
Are
dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of
past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I
leave you, Im truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of
mankind..."