What kind of power
What kind of man is this?
Who shows me my shame
with every word he says
What kind of master this?
What kind of war is this?
That I can fight no more
That leaves me weaponless
and nails me to the floor
What kind of power
What kind of man
can make me turn and see
the way I really am
Oh tell me who
Where have my brothers gone
Why don't I see them about?
They’re all around him now
and pointing me out
What kind of madness of madness
Go on, let him in
he's only asking
for a simple job to do
and nothing more
They said
But looking back
I see this stranger had the key
to any door he wished
with his eyes and trust
What kind of master this?
What kind of man
Can make me listen to
the way I really am.
Not the way to be
What kind of man is this
Who shows me the way
The master of masters
who allows me to stay
Showing a new way
Like your flow ~
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