Face Of A Thousand People
(G) I (D) was (G) born (C) a restless (G) one, I was (Em) born to (Am) learn the reason (D) why
To (G) take my troubles (C/G) as they fall, to (G) stand against the (C/G) icy wind
To (G) guard against con(C/G)fusion and de(D)cline
To (Am) listen to the (D) tongues of men, who (Am) tell me that I (D) must be told
The (Am) meaning of my (D) life and all its (G) 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
(G)
And the face of a thousand (Em) people, the
(Am)
face of a thousand (D) people
Keeps (C)
telling me I'm (D) out of step, re(C)ality
has (D) passed me by
They're (C)
telling me that (D) I've been wrong be(G)fore
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 people,
the face of a thousand 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 people,
the face of a thousand 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
