A broken man moves slowly down the sidewalk Humbled by the favours he must seek From those that he encounters on his walk through misery Who are rich enough to hurt just as they please If not for love I could be one of these
An old man on a park bench stares with envy At a couple with their children on their knees While across the park a young man is caught by the police Stealin' for a habit he must feed And if not for love I could be one of these
I could be one of these or so many many more Always at the beck and call of shame I'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happy But if not for you love wouldn't know my name
A man of squander talents vainly calls on His gift of God now straining through his soul While in the crowd before him a jealous friend awaits The moments that he can no longer please And if not for love I could be one of these
I could be one of these... Yes if not for love I could be one of these
