Hear a newborn baby cry
Hear the farmers pray for rain
One more soldier gives his life
A homeless man begs for change
But change won't come easily
What does this have to do with me?
And my heart pounds with a thunder
And I stop and wonder
What should we do with life's surprises?
Everyday the sun rises on us!
Like a swing set in a graveyard,
Like a bloom in the desert sands
Look at my trembling hands!
'Cause it hits me like lightning
That love must keep fighting
And somehow, every time
Love is gonna break through
~Chris Rice
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