I’m hanging on with broken nails
By the skin of my teeth
Holding on to my dreams and the faith beneath
Trouble comes to one and all
And we fight, freeze, flee or fall
A troubled time passes, or stays
Hope buoys us up for better days
It’s said the poor are rich and the rich be poor
They have different treasures behind the door
The rich pave their roads with marbled stone
Lock their doors, pay the world, and stand alone
The poor live crowded on top of each other
But if they fall, someone is close to call
I’m hanging on with my broken nails,
By the skin of my teeth
Holding on to my dreams and the faith beneath
To draw on my faith I hold silent and still
And listen to my heart, and not my will
The voice inside tells me which way to go
Until I find the rhythm in life’s endless flow
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