I have met someone who, I deeply believe, will help define my life. I do not know how, or in what way...but this is one of those moments I will remember. This is a time that will define everything, forever.
These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars And the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man Whose place is in the past Hand in hand with ignorance And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much But well take our chances Because God stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play Turned his back and all gods children Crept out the back door
Chorus And its hard to love, Theres so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above Say its much too late Well maybe we should all be Praying for time