Without power real or perceived
One is a weakling who rots or sinks
Power to reproduce keeps the world young
And strengthens the bond between life and love
Subjugation of common will is a dangerous feat
Like a pressure cooker on the boil with no safety seal
Give power to your words
Or whatever you do
If you make yourself powerless
Nothing worthwhile you can do
To empower the powerless
Let that be our creed
No power can accomplish
Without any street feel
What is cut off from the roots
Like a flower plucked it withers soon
Power is in fact with the people
They part with it and become strangers
Without power nothing works
Without work nothing results
When power and people are one
Destiny is written in golden words!
One is a weakling who rots or sinks
Power to reproduce keeps the world young
And strengthens the bond between life and love
Subjugation of common will is a dangerous feat
Like a pressure cooker on the boil with no safety seal
Give power to your words
Or whatever you do
If you make yourself powerless
Nothing worthwhile you can do
To empower the powerless
Let that be our creed
No power can accomplish
Without any street feel
What is cut off from the roots
Like a flower plucked it withers soon
Power is in fact with the people
They part with it and become strangers
Without power nothing works
Without work nothing results
When power and people are one
Destiny is written in golden words!
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