I am just a man you see A man that won your trust Fell to the ground beneath your feet Found love down in the dust The promise that was hidden In the riddles of your rhymes Some things were made anew again And others left to die
I did what I did And I'd do it again The clay takes it's shape In the potters hand Now I hang my head I stare at the ground Love cut me down
Memories are all I have What's left of you and me If I could hold them in my hand Lord, I wonder what I'd see Now sons of fathers came to town And left me at the gate A crust of stale and bitter bread No reason left to wait
I played my part That you cast me in The water did flow And the wheel did spin I hang my head I lost my crown Love cut me down Love cut me down I did what I did
And I'd do it again The clay takes it's shape In the potters hand Now I hang my head I stare at the ground Love cut me down
