Amy Ray - From haiti

^EmYes we go ^Gwalking in that ^Drubble ^EmYes we go ^Gwaking in that h^Deat ^EmAnd we’re ^Gholding all the ^Droses as we travel ^EmAnd we’re ^Gholding all the ^Dthorns as we reach

^EmKids, I know ki^Gds I can see you^D falter ^EmYou need to f^Gind out your own al^Dtars ^EmCause it wa^Gsn’t good enough to hold your h^Dand ^EmAnd it was^Gn’t good enough to make a s^Dtand

^EmWhat doesn’t k^Gill us will make us st^Dronger ^EmWhat doesn’t br^Geak us will make us la^Dst a little longer ^EmIf it does^Gn’t set us free in the e^Dnd Well it ^Emserves the ones who fol^Glow us my fr^Diend

^F#mSo they have the r^C#miot rail ^F#mSo they have the b^Aarricade ^F#mSo they have the h^C#mistory ^BThat they love to m^Aake ^F#mI want you to writ^C#me this down ^F#mI want you to carry it ^Aaround ^F#mBlessed are the one^C#ms you know ^BWho walk this heavy^A road

^EmYes we go walk^Ging in that rub^Dble ^EmYes we go walk^Ging in that s^Dun ^EmAnd our feet get t^Gough enough to hold the tra^Dvel ^EmAnd our hands get ^Gtough enough to hold the th^Dorns

^EmWhat doesn’t k^Gill us will make us st^Dronger ^EmWhat doesn’t br^Geak us will make us la^Dst a little longer ^EmIf it does^Gn’t set us free in the e^Dnd Well it ^Emserves the ones who fol^Glow us my fr^Diend