WITHOUT YOUR LOVE (A poem by Blake Grantham)
If I could hold mountains
in my hand
And the sun would shine
at my command
Or I had angels as servants
from up above
It would all mean nothing
without your love
If I could turn deserts
into paradise
Or was rich and could buy things
at any price
And I could have anything
that I could think of
It still would mean nothing
without your love