| In my corner, I create a space
|
| To love my brothers and live with their ways
|
| Oh sweet sorrows
|
| When I turn the page
|
| Life’s unfolding makes me scared
|
| In this body we all invest
|
| Knowing this body will be laid to rest
|
| 'Sweet Lord Jesus' my momma said
|
| When she kneeled down and she prayed
|
| I asked Momma: «What is faith?
|
| Is it just believing in a better day?»
|
| She said: «Son, don’t be stuck in your ways
|
| Just remember, don’t be a slave to your grave
|
| Just remember, you gots to be brave»
|
| I’ve been through the fire
|
| I’ve been through the rain
|
| I’ve got no desire to go back again
|
| Though the tide is hard
|
| I’ve got to hold on
|
| I’ll break down and cry
|
| I’ve got to be strong
|
| I asked Momma: «What is faith?
|
| Is it just believing in a better day?»
|
| She said «Son, don’t be stuck in your ways
|
| Just remember, don’t be a slave to your grave
|
| Just remember, you gots to be brave
|
| Just remember, don’t be a slave to your grave
|
| Just remember, you gots to be brave» |