I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the moonand I've seen the faces that laugh and turned to crysee his disguise see the laugh in his eyesdrink from the tear that he criesI've watched the grey man wishing he were young like meand I've seen the child and the young foolthat he tries hard not to beand I've seen the strongas they prayed on bended kneesand I've watched the beggarcounted his short-changedriches for the feastpray, praystorm has comeit's judgement dayrunning from the sunchosen one has cometo light the waycry, crybow our heads and wonder whygavel of his honorhammers downthen we're sent awaysee his disguisesee the laugh in his eyesdrink from the tearthat he criesI've seen the towerslying crumbled at my feetand I've seen the citiesand the wastelands that remainand I've seen the victoryand the prize that none shall keepand the short timethat the glory hides the pain