One man canÔÇÖt sleep in his penthouse bed,
Wall Street worries fill his head,
While another man dreams,
In his cardboard shed on Broadway.
Early morning traffic jam,
Wake up call for both of them,
Will work to eat
Asks easy street for small change.
And which one needs it more,
The rich man or the poor,
A change of heart and attitude,
Unselfishness meets gratitude.
ItÔÇÖs enough to put tears in GodÔÇÖs eyes,
Enough to make the angels cry,
When the power of love lifts someone above,
The emptiness of their unbearable life,
ItÔÇÖs enough to put tears in GodÔÇÖs eyes.
Late at night a baby cries,
His mother gives him life then dies,
But no one even by them to be sad.
And another woman fills the need,
ItÔÇÖs her heart and his mouth sheÔÇÖll feed,
When she gives her love to the child she never had.
Oh, and which one needs it more,
ItÔÇÖs hard to say for sure,
When something grows, when nothing was
As strong as any bond of blood.
ItÔÇÖs enough to put tears in GodÔÇÖs eyes,
Enough to make the angels cry,
When the power of love lifts someone above,
The emptiness of their unbearable life,
ItÔÇÖs enough to put tears in GodÔÇÖs eyes.
Every minute, every day
A little miracleÔÇÖs done,
Someone opens up their heart
And lets it shine like the sun,
Just the light of that one.
ItÔÇÖs enough to put tears in GodÔÇÖs eyes,
Enough to make the angels cry,
When the power of love lifts someone above,
The emptiness of their unbearable life,
ItÔÇÖs enough to put tears in GodÔÇÖs eyes...
