John Mark McMillan - Between the cracks

^GHope grows between cracks in the asphault In the ^Emdowntown ghetto streets that contour The g^Dovernment housing intentions of my ^Gheart

About ^Emgang related violence As long as they get enough ^Dair and water and sun They're all just f^Cine

^EmWho would've thought it but life is finding a ^Gway Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and p^Dain There's a m^Eman down here somewhere between The ^GSaturday cartooons and the dirty magazines He's r^Daising the dead in the graveyards Where ^Cwe've laid down our dreams His name is ^GHope

^GHope stands high on the 15th floor On a C^Emhristmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress of ^Dsteel that's trying to hard to be somebody's h^Gome As it sees my attention from I-85 though the th^Emrows of the day

I ^Dlifted my head as I drove home that night and knew ^CEverything was gonna be fine

^EmWho would've thought it but life is finding a ^Gway Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and p^Dain There's a m^Eman down here not worried or afraid That some p^Golitician forgot all the promises he made And he's r^Daising the dead in the graveyards Where ^Cwe've laid down our dreams His name is H^Gope

His name is Hop^Ce Everybody needs a litt^Dle x2

His name is Hop^Ce Everybody wants a litt^Dle x2

His name is Hop^Ce Everybody needs a litt^Dle

There's a m^Eman down here not worried or afraid That some p^Golitician forgot all the promises he made And he's r^Daising the dead in the graveyards Where ^Cwe've laid down our dreams His name is H^Gope

^GCan you hear him outside he's been singing all night He's saying ^Emwhen you gonna come out from behind These ^Dpaper thin walls, your cardboard box re^Calities