If Not for Love

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

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 your 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 your love wouldn't know my name

Yes, if not for love I could be one of these