John Mark McMillan

Between the Cracks

歌词

Hope grows between the cracks in the asphalt
In the down downtown ghetto
Streets that contour
The government
Housing intentions
Of my heart

And no one notices
The daisies don't care
About gang related violence
As long as they get enough air and
Water and sun they're just fine

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Who would have thought it
but life Is finding a way
Through this wasteland
Of cynics concrete and pain

There's a man down here
Somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons
And the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead
In the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope

Hope stands high
On the fifteenth floor
Of a Christmas tree
Perched about the ledge
Of a fortress of steel
That's trying too hard
To be somebody's home

As it seized my attention from I-85
Though the throes of the day
Were still writhing inside
I lifted my head
As I drove home that night
And knew that everything
Was gonna be fine

Who would have thought it
but life Is finding a way
Through this wasteland
Of cynics concrete and pain

There's a man down here
Somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons
And the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead
In the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope

His name is hope
Everybody needs a little