Without You
I’d still be feeding sheep on a hillside
And snatching sleep between songs I’d
Write with no one to write to
Without You
Without You
I’d be crushed by a man three times my size
Dead in the dust for a fool’s pride
To fight giants with sticks and with stones
On my own
Without You
I’d be pinned to a wall with a spear fling
By an irrational, jealous king
Who’d have stabbed his page boy through
Without You
Without You
My blood would sink down into the sand
And the stones of a desert where I can’t
Hide here forever, I know,
On my own
Without You
Even if I could do something
Even if I had become king
What would it all amount to
Without You?
Without You
I’d be an old man out on the run
Dead at the hand of his own son,
A king who’d failed and lost his throne
On his own
Without You
My sons would have all died for my sin
And none of us would rise up again
The promise could never come true
Without You
Without You
To come be the King I could not be
And sing all the songs You wrote through me
And put Your own Son on my throne
I’d be on my own
Without You
To die for Your sheep on a hillside
And fall into sleep gasping songs I’d
Not known that I wrote for You
What could I do?
Let the world see
That the life that I lived was You in me
And every day proves that You must be
Here, for it could not be true
Without You
Without You
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