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 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 dying so far away from our heart
It's not too late to hear the prophet's cry in our heart It's not too late to prove that we were right from the start It's not too late to save what we've been fighting for
We feed the void 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