Moses

Moses was like any other boy
But he was not his father's son
He lived in the shadows of the chosen one
So he set out on his own
Ever to roam
A man without a home
Who lived within his songs
Alone, all alone
He'd sing I would rather hold up in a den of sin
Than lie there on a hill counting sheep
With melodies and rhymes
With good thoughts and good times
I'll slay these demons on my own
He crossed the deserts and the high plains
To go find where he came from
He'd help the widows and the fatherless
For he too was not his father's son
Ever to roam
A man without a home
Who lived within his songs
Alone, all alone
He'd sing I would rather hold up in a den of sin
Than lie there on a hill counting sheep
With melody and rhyme
With good thoughts and good times
I'll slay these demons on my own
One by one
One, one by one
One, one by one
By one, by one, by one, by one, by one
A baby came floating down a stream
And through her now he sees
The truth to his life's greatest mystery
That he was always his Father's son
Never alone
He always had a home
Even when he'd roam
Now he sings I would rather hold up in whatever is
And if that's on a hill counting sheep
With melody and rhyme, with good thoughts, in good time
I'll slay these demons one by one
I would rather hold up in whatever is
And if that's on a hill counting sheep
With melody and rhyme, with good thoughts, in good time
I'll slay these demons one by one
But not alone, never alone