sticks and stones
battle zones
a single light bulb on a single thread for the black
sirens that wail
history fails
rose colored glass begins to age and crack
while the politician shadow box the power ring
an endless split decision never sovled anything
from the neighbors distant land
i heard the strain
of the common man

let it be me
this is not a fighting song
let it be me
not a wrong for a wrong
let it be me
if the world is night
shine my life like a light

well the world seems spent
and the president
has no good idea who the masses are
i'm one of them
and i'm among friends
we're trying to see beyond the fences in our own back yards
i've seen the kingdoms blow like ashes in the winds of change
yea
but the power of truth
is the fuel for the flame
so the darker the ages get
there's a stronger beacon yet

let it be me
this is not a fighting song
let it be me
not a wrong for a wrong
let it be me
if the world is night
shine my life like a light

in the kind word you speak
in the turn of a cheek
when your vision stays clear
in the face of your fear
then you see turning out the lightswitch is their only power
but we stand like spotlights in a mighty tower
all for one
and one for all
then we sing the common call

let it be me
this is not a fighting song
let it be me
not a wrong for a wrong
let it be me
if the world is night
shine my life like a light