A broken man moves slowly down the sidewalkHumbled by the favours he must seekFrom those that he encounters on his walk through miseryWho are rich enough to hurt just as they pleaseIf not for love I could be one of these An old man on a park bench stares with envyAt a couple with their children on their kneesWhile across the park a young man is caught by the policeStealin' for a habit he must feedAnd if not for love I could be one of these I could be one of these or so many many moreAlways at the beck and call of shameI'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happyBut if not for you love wouldn't know my name A man of squander talents vainly calls onHis gift of God now straining through his soulWhile in the crowd before him a jealous friend awaitsThe moments that he can no longer pleaseAnd if not for love I could be one of these I could be one of these or so many many moreAlways at the beck and call of shameI'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happyBut if not for you love wouldn't know my nameYes if not for love I could be one of these
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