Being Morpheus

Seen a mother in the park, she’s playing with her son

So many in the world, I wonder if he’s the one…

I would gladly spend my life, just looking for the Neo

Let me consult Oracle, looking for our hero.

Just to be a part of the trinity,

Teach him how to him fly, defeat all his enemies

Put him through the courses; tell him to be cautious,

Believe in yourself, and use all your forces.

You know where the source is, head to the light

And everything that’s wrong you can make right.

Welcome to your life, now you really living,

A child is reborn, new breath has been given.

Is it hope, is it faith, or is it religion

What makes us to believe that it can ever be different?

This is my position, and this is where I stand

City of Zion, last of the holy land.

In a world of no heroes, and I think I know why,

You see the hero never lives, the hero gotta die…

And on the road to death, is hate and persecution,

You get spit on and stoned on your way to execution

Is that our evolution, I mean is that the resolution,

The ending result of anger and confusion,

Down with them all televise the revolution.

Lord I need a hero to save me,

because is this world is so crazy,

Now they running in the schools and they shooting up the babies

I see a mother with her son,

So if I ain’t Neo, just let me find the one.