That Could Have Been Me
All the people who are living in the cold
With no direction, no place to call their own
Lacking proper shelter, pain is all they see
It humbles me completely just to know that could have been me
CHORUS
That could have been me (that could have been me)
That could have been me
Pain and the tears, relief unknown
Questioning why was I ever born ..
That could have been me (that could have been me)
That could have been me
Starvation in our world is bringing grief
All the blindness, famine and disease
I should never take for granted my health, prosperity
When I know I could have been the one with no one to rescue me
Chorus
That could have been me with the homeless
Not enjoying a happy home
That could have been me with the dying all alone
Though I know it's not my destiny
I've been spared from this much misery
I reach out and try to offer some relief
In slavery the miners want a say
Work till sundown just for pennies a day
Though my skin is not that color, it's obvious what's right
So against ungodly treatment I am willing to join the fight
Eso Podría Haber Sido Yo
Toda la gente que vive en el frío
Sin dirección, sin un lugar para llamar suyo
Careciendo de refugio adecuado, solo ven dolor
Me humilla por completo saber que eso podría haber sido yo
CORO
Eso podría haber sido yo (eso podría haber sido yo)
Eso podría haber sido yo
Dolor y lágrimas, alivio desconocido
Cuestionándome por qué fui siquiera nacido...
Eso podría haber sido yo (eso podría haber sido yo)
Eso podría haber sido yo
El hambre en nuestro mundo trae tristeza
Toda la ceguera, hambruna y enfermedad
Nunca debo dar por sentada mi salud, prosperidad
Cuando sé que podría haber sido yo, el que nadie rescataría
Coro
Eso podría haber sido yo sin hogar
Sin disfrutar de un hogar feliz
Eso podría haber sido yo muriendo solo
Aunque sé que no es mi destino
He sido librado de tanta miseria
Me extiendo y trato de ofrecer algo de alivio
En la esclavitud, los mineros quieren tener voz
Trabajan hasta el atardecer por apenas unos centavos al día
Aunque mi piel no es de ese color, es obvio lo que es correcto
Así que estoy dispuesto a unirme a la lucha contra un trato impío
Escrita por: Keith Lancaster / Wayburn Dean