Born For Love (David Baerwald)

Every morning when I rise, I wipe the sleep out from my eyes
Ask myself the question why, why I was born?
I go out wandering the ripped up streets
Bodies on the sidewalk, huddling for heat
The whole world looking like some losing streak, why was I born?
I get home, and you’re not there
But your clothes are hanging and your scent’s in the air
If it ain’t an answer, I don’t care
Why I was born
I was born to love you
I was born to love you
I was born for love . . .
Last year, I saw those Pearly Gates
I tried to shove my way through
They said you got to wait
You’ve got to get some questions straight
Why you were born . . .
They said what do you think, that this was made for you?
Why should anyone care what it is that you do?
Your cause gets set, you get to see it through
That’s why you were born . . .
I got up and I saw them all, all God’s creatures, great and small
It came in clear as a local call, why I was born . . .
Well, I was born to love you
I was born to love you
I was born for love . . .

© 1992 Zen of Iniquity Music (ASCAP)