| Strong people keep moving forward anyway
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| No matter what they’re going through
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| A journey on foot with little prospect of survival
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| For a man in a land where some discipline is vital
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| I’m a piece of a bigger plan
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| A grain in a sea of sand
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| The soul of the land seeking fortune on a caravan
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| The only backbone I got is my own man
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| Trails out home through my and no land
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| Salvation is that one wish you dream got you hoping
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| That few ever reach grass hold and open
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| Some believe in luck others know they chosen
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| And then there’s those stuck in the middle stones just frozen
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| There’s two types of people you either do it or you watch
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| Well if you’re watching me do this well you’re obviously not
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| On the same side, I keep it moving like a landslide
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| Even with doubt inside, life’s a constant fight
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| Each moment is struggle against hunger, cold, fear, pain
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| If it don’t kill me then peel muscle like gain
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| Gotta get up gotta get back in to something, something
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| Desperation cracks the hardest man
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| Gotta get tough gotta get by so it’s not for nothing, nothing
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| Get that stride let your chariot ride
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| You see this dream right here?
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| It’s mine
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| I kept it whole through rain, sleet, snow, sunshine
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| It’s what I used to nurture it
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| Even though it hurt a bit
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| When demons fed it doubt I would never let 'em murder it
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| Close to my heart, warm, safe
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| Now grow, free, form, shape
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| A dream is like a life you see it comes from a seed
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| A tiny one called hope that blossoms in your time of need
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| It can’t be harvested or rushed by lust, greed
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| When no one else will, you must believe
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| Told to me by an old man, we met out on a caravan
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| Side of the road he sobbed, head in is hands
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| When he looked up at me, his eyes still stream
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| He told me tears about the blood of a man’s crushed dream
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| And that they only die because we keep them deep inside
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| Rich men keep dreams, foolish men keep pride
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| They only laugh at you
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| Because their dreams died a long time ago
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| But whatever you do
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| Never, never let your dreams drown in a sea of doubt and desperation
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| Cause they won’t
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| Gotta get up gotta get back in to something, something
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| Gotta get tough gotta get by so it’s not for nothing, nothing
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| Lying on my back in the desert staring up at the stars
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| Wondering about where I’m at
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| Pondering all the facts and the cards
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| from afar
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| I find myself in a wagon
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| Straight, caravaning through famine, romantic travelers
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| Circuits break and I speak through a unique, peak data reached
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| Speech found out of habit
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| Forming around my rabbit feet for good luck
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| I might have a stab at it
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| Giving up because I’m not living up to my expectations
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| With a higher base foundation
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| Correlate to what I’m facing
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| In a parallel universe, we might be adjacent
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| But now we’re separated
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| Segregated by my complacence
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| What a coincidence
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| I look in the mirror and I see me, desperado
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| That’s my bravado
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| Gotta ease with my days
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| Outta trouble outta decay
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| Outta bubbles I saw why I pop my way
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| To sing tomorrows praise
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| Laying down my life under the critique of your gaze
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| Your amazing grace |