Letra de Lines

These words i lay still Leads me to think of home Like kids who play free With hands that don't bleed noone The warmth on those eyes Made me believe living's worth Sewing machine sounds Noone could tear down that hope I rather believe we all did the best we could I cross the border Between the bar and the room Where dad and mom lived Their own ways to fill their gloom A rusty wheelchair Sits there to watch beakman's world A foggy tv For eyes that don't see no hope I rather believe we all did the best we could Embrace me now, cuz i'm prepared to come home