creep along, trying to find my way a touch of hope that today's the day a better life, hiding around the bend a better life, where's the end the more i look, the more i see so much to be, why not me the gift of life, most times a chore help me choose and find the door i force myself to open up my eyes maybe then, the voices stop their cries i realize the gift of life for me with open eyes, i'm free to be the gift of life, most times a chore help me choose and find the door walk with me and take my hand now it's time to take my stand Copyright ©2000 Cup o' Joe Acoustic. All rights reserved. |