John Mark McMillan - Between the cracks

^FHope grows between cracks in the asphault In the ^Amdowntown ghetto streets that contour The g^Government housing intentions of my ^Fheart

About ^Amgang related violence As long as they get enough ^Gair and water and sun They're all just f^Fine

^AmWho would've thought it but life is finding a ^Fway Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and p^Gain There's a m^Aman down here somewhere between The ^FSaturday cartooons and the dirty magazines He's r^Gaising the dead in the graveyards Where ^Fwe've laid down our dreams His name is ^FHope

^FHope stands high on the 15th floor On a C^Amhristmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress of ^Gsteel that's trying to hard to be somebody's h^Fome As it sees my attention from I-85 though the th^Amrows of the day

I ^Glifted my head as I drove home that night and knew ^FEverything was gonna be fine

^AmWho would've thought it but life is finding a ^Fway Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and p^Gain There's a m^Aman down here not worried or afraid That some p^Folitician forgot all the promises he made And he's r^Gaising the dead in the graveyards Where ^Fwe've laid down our dreams His name is H^Fope

His name is Hop^Fe Everybody needs a litt^Gle x2

His name is Hop^Fe Everybody wants a litt^Gle x2

His name is Hop^Fe Everybody needs a litt^Gle

There's a m^Aman down here not worried or afraid That some p^Folitician forgot all the promises he made And he's r^Gaising the dead in the graveyards Where ^Fwe've laid down our dreams His name is H^Fope

^FCan you hear him outside he's been singing all night He's saying ^Amwhen you gonna come out from behind These ^Gpaper thin walls, your cardboard box re^Falities