To find the greatness of a man
Look in the eyes of those suppressed
For power isn’t taken
But given by the ones impressedAnd taken back with equal haste
As if it never real
For people rise above a man
As often as they kneel
To find the greatness of a man
Look in the eyes of those suppressed
For power isn’t taken
But given by the ones impressedAnd taken back with equal haste
As if it never real
For people rise above a man
As often as they kneel