the weak will inherit paradise

The power dreams

It applies to everybody

It can't be discarded away

Into the bite of the dust

By nature we want power

In any form to intimidate

Through physical or emotional toll

We see how it works

The power of dreams

We live in many layers

Along the step of division

The power play at work

The weak will be pushed

Behind the walls or in the closets

Into the darkness to stay

Away from the power crazy folks

But the weak will inherit paradise

They will be the first to run to it

Learning the prayers and words of God

They have nothing to lose everything to gain