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
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