What is the measure of a man?
Will I be forgiven?
I have lived so little and
Wasted so much
Afraid to share
Afraid to trust
Afraid to dance
Afraid to sing
Afraid to love
Afraid to live
What is the purpose of a man?
Will I be remembered?
When my spirit soars,
High and free and easy.
And my body is laid low,
dark and cold and alone.
What is the depth of a man?
Will I know and understand?
Will the seasons still pass?
Will the rains still pour?
Will mothers still weep?
Will fathers still mourn?
Will love come easy?
Will hate still flow?
Will hearts be softened?
Will love be born?
