Roger Hodgson

For every man who has a dream
There's a light that's rarely seen
Within a world where all is greed, all is lies
For every child who lies awake
And hopes that dawn will never break
Tobe alone, to be afraid but never cry
Where is the love, where is the fire
We used to share, we used to live
Where is the hope, where is the flame
We used to feel, we used to give
Where is the man who says
He never wants to dream, wants to live
For every man who feels alone
Working fingers to the bone
I have a voice, I still yearn and I still cry