A broken man moves slowly
Down the sidewalk
Humbled by the favors
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
Stealing 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
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
Yes, if not for love
I could be one of these