between the cracks

hope grows between

the cracks in the asphalt

in the down downtown

ghetto streets

that contour the government

housing intentions

of my heart

and no one notices

the daisies don't care

about gang related violence

as long as they get enough air and

water and sun

they're just fine

who would have thought it but life

is finding a way

through this wasteland

of cynics concrete and pain

there's a man down here

somewhere between

those saturday cartoons and the

dirty magazines

he's raising the

dead in the graveyards

where we've laid

down our dreams

and his name is hope

hope stands high

on the fifteenth floor

of a christmas tree perched

about the ledge

of a fortress of steel

that's trying too hard

to be somebody's home

as it seized

my attention from i-85

though the throes of the day were

still writhing inside

i lifted my head

as i drove home that night

and knew that everything

was gonna be fine

who would have thought it

but life is finding a way

through this wasteland

of cynics concrete and pain

there's a man down here

somewhere between

those saturday cartoons

and the dirty magazines

he's raising the

dead in the graveyards

where we've laid

down our dreams

and his name is hope

his name is hope

everybody needs a little

his name is hope

everybody needs a little

his name is hope

everybody needs a little

there's a man down here

somewhere between

those saturday cartoons and the

dirty magazines

he's raising the

dead in the graveyards

where we've laid

down our dreams

and his name is hope

can hear him outside

he's been singing all night

he's saying

when are you gonna