Connie Kaldor Follow

Woe betide those whose luck is lousy
They may never love someone who loves them back

And woe betide those who aren't a little greedy
'Cause the world loves the ones on the money track

And woe betide those who don't look the same
As the ones who make the rules in the power game

Some will work their lives just to get above trouble
Some are born on second base and think they've hit a double

And this is not a world for the gentle of heart
I see so many buck the trend and they fall apart

And they go too soon, the gentle of heart

And woe betide those who are dealt some bitter blow
In a world with so little room for reeling

You better keep on walkin', you better keep movin' on up
Don't be caught down for the count, don't be caught kneeling

You better reach out, you better steady yourself
You better find a port in another's heart

'Cause woe betide those who are goin' it alone
They must conquer it all just to start

And this is not a world for the gentle of heart
I see so many buck the trend and they fall apart

And they go too soon, the gentle of heart

But who will pick up the world
When the rest have taken it on their one way ride?
Who are the letters in the mail, the voices on the corner
Who holds up against that blackening tide?
The gentle of heart