Face of a Thousand People

|_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I__ was__ born____ a restless one______ I was____ born__ to learn the reason why  To take my troubles as they fall, to stand against the icy wind To guard against confusion and decline To listen to the tongues of men, who tell me that I must be told The meaning of my life and all its ends  I__ was__ born____ to understand______ I was____ born__ to lend a helping hand To love the ones who cared to love, to be a friend to those in need To help the weary traveller in the night  Forgetting not the wasted soul, the beggar man, the con man And the widow and the orphan in the street  And the face of a thousand peo-ple__  the face of a thou__ -sand people   Keeps telling me I'm out of step, reality has passed me by They're telling me that I    've been wrong before  I__ was__ born____ to criticize_____ I was____ born__ to try to make things  right Today I saw the world again, it seemed the same as yesterday The splendour of its ruins and its shame  Its towers rose against the sky, reminding all that cared to look That what's been built can be destroyed again  I__ was__ born____ to keep on trying______ I was____ born__ to have a dream or two  To taste the pleasures of the night, to know the joy of love's embrace To cherish every moment that is mine  To share my laughter with a friend, to sip the wine and not pretend That there are those less fortunate than I And the face of a thousand peo-ple__  the face of a thou__ -sand people   Keeps telling me I'm out to lunch, reality has passed me by They're telling me that I've    been wrong before  I__ was__ born____ to recognize______ to be____ aware__ of things that are not real To tremble at the changing skies, too ominous to understand When brothers meet upon the battle lines  When bodies clothed in uniforms, to reap the harvest of their pride Lie scattered like the dead leaves on the sand  I__ was__ born____ to sing my song______ I was____ born__ to try to reach someone  To penetrate the iron will, to try to make men understand That being a human is no sin at all  That beauty lies within the wounds, of lonliness and dark despair That heals to fall but still to rise again  And the face of a thousand peo-ple__  the face of a thou__ -sand people   Keeps telling me I'm out of step, reality has passed me by They're telling me that I've    been wrong before They're telling me that I've            been wrong before