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