Coveted by great hordes of men
Seeking the famous gem-power to bring them joy
Hidden from dangers in the ground

Buried as soon as found safe under dirt and coin
Betrayed by promises of old
The gem just left him cold So in the hole it stayed


Hidden there's no joy
Hidden no lives touched

Hidden no change in hearts of men

Hunted by armies of the land

Confident in their hands the promises would come true
Finally under veil of night,
Stolen by blood and might, the quest for the gem was through


Betrayed by promises of old, the stone left them cold
So in a new hole laid


Stolen there's no joy
Stolen no lives touched

Stolen no change in hearts of men

Through years of theft and battle changing hands

And carried as a prize to foreign lands
Waiting for the stone to show its power
The victors spent their lives confused and sour


This treasure just desired for its name
Yet nothing realized to earn such fame

A thing of beauty begging to be found
For fear conscribed to languish underground


Now in my father's empty home, me and my child alone happen upon the stone
I had heard stories through the years and with no little fear, I give it to my boy
At last the promises of old were just as they'd been told and now the whole is known


Power to bring joy
Power to touch lives

Power to change the heart of man