What if I were to disobey, give you back the power? Would I be punished like a child? And left on my own Would you think me ungrateful, and send me away? If I couldn't make you happy As empty handed leaving, as I was when I came Tiptoeing through the rubble, and running through the flames What if I were to disobey, give you back the power? Would you be the one to turn your back, and cast the first stone? Would you think me a coward? Though I'd be the hero, and come home a hero I gave you back your power, I gave you back your glory, well really, I hadn't noticed Until I had the power, to give it all back, until i felt the glory, when the buildings collapsePágina 1 / 1