Besedila: Church Of Rhythm. Common People.

I see a blind man on the street
He doesn't know what I look like
So he can't judge the man I am
Except by what he sees inside

I see a child on the street
He doesn't know the mistakes I made
I know he takes me where I am
He sees a friend not a crusade

Lord help me live like this
Lord help me love like this

We are a common people, each of us a fallen man
Let's find that common ground
and stop drawing lines in the sand
We are a common people, living in a common life
There are ties that bind us all
when we look beyond the lines
Common people, you and I

I see a brother o the other side
Of my crusade, my holy fight
I think I know where I went wrong
When I gave up love to be proved right

I saw a man die on a cross
He forgot the mistakes I made
He died for me the way I was
and He wants me to love the same

Can't we tear the fences down
Can't we rip the labels off
Can we share the common ground
Instead of judging what is not
Can't we love instead of hate
Can't we trust instead of fear
Can we stop fighting for a moment
And feel our common tears
Is it us against them, wrong against right,
black against white, my kind your kind
There comes a time to put the argument down
and have a party on the common ground

(Thanks to Nancy for these lyrics)