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
