Sometimes I feel like
A fatherless child
A shooting star
Three kings on my side

Stuck in no man’s land
Lost and confused
‹Till an angel’s breath
Pointed to you

The gods smile on the face of the bold
Give them water to cleanse their soul
Tell tales that need to be told
For the gods, they smile on the face
The face of the bold

Some will be heroes
Some will be weak
But no one should wonder
Who we seek to be

The gods smile on the face of the bold
Give them water to cleanse their soul
Tell tales that need to be told
For the gods, they smile on the face
The face of the bold

Brave men and bold deeds
Are remembered by history
So what will the world see
When it looks at you and me?

The gods smile on the face of the bold
Give them water to cleanse their soul
Tell tales that need to be told
For the gods, they smile on the face
The face of the bold