On a tightrope, looking down
You've lost touch with solid ground
You have to reach so deep inside,
To find the place where hope resides.
CHORUS:
Hold on, hold on.
There's a hand there
you will find it.
Even though you feel your drifting
in darkness,
Over yonder, there's a light there.
My new friend felt so alone
His wife and child too far from home.
At first I called them 'refugees'
Until he told their names to me.
I heard stories from the war.
And peeked behind those broken doors.
We helped repair the battered frames,
our hearts will never be the same.
You've lost touch with solid ground
You have to reach so deep inside,
To find the place where hope resides.
CHORUS:
Hold on, hold on.
There's a hand there
you will find it.
Even though you feel your drifting
in darkness,
Over yonder, there's a light there.
My new friend felt so alone
His wife and child too far from home.
At first I called them 'refugees'
Until he told their names to me.
I heard stories from the war.
And peeked behind those broken doors.
We helped repair the battered frames,
our hearts will never be the same.
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2005/6/15 - 14:07
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