I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the moon

and I've seen the faces that laugh and turned to cry

see his disguise see the laugh in his eyes

drink from the tear that he cries

I've watched the grey man wishing he were young like me

and I've seen the child and the young fool

that he tries hard not to be

and I've seen the strong

as they prayed on bended knees

and I've watched the beggar

counted his short-changed

riches for the feast

pray, pray

storm has come

it's judgement day

running from the sun

chosen one has come

to light the way

cry, cry

bow our heads and wonder why

gavel of his honor

hammers down

then we're sent away

see his disguise

see the laugh in his eyes

drink from the tear

that he cries



I've seen the towers

lying crumbled at my feet

and I've seen the cities

and the wastelands that remain

and I've seen the victory

and the prize that none shall keep

and the short time

that the glory hides the pain