Amy Grant

A king is crying from his throne
He had a queen but now shes gone
What is this magic that we seek
The mighty strong turn mighty weak
Every good girl hears it
Every bad boy fears it
No matter what I see
I believe, I believe
Chorus:
The power touches me
The power helps us see
The power holds my hand
The power drives me crazy
A flower grows, an old man dies
And through it all we still survive
A poor man screams but no one hears
Aint nothing changed much through the years
Every bad day needs it
Every good day breeds it
No matter how it feels
When its real you know its real
Stronger than any bomb that any man has ever made