Tired little one
in my arms so small,
all your dreams are gains in
a place familiar to soul.
Now as i tried
to love you too sweet
or tie to those dreams
that you must see.
Tired little child
where the streets of ur hurm
nothing's urs
in the city of harrm
So easy to walk on by
problems still beat stop askin polite
I'll stretch hand hiding u
everyone running, hiding from the truth
something got to give
Tired little one
in my arms be strong
all your dreams making sense
what's right so wrong
Now as i watch u
wake from ur still
or tied to those dreams
that u must see
All we have
all we need
so easy to walk on by
problems still
ill stretch hands
hiding you
everyone's running, hiding from the truth
something's got to give
All we have, all we need
Why am i be this way
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