the strong hand

january and the air is cold

it's been a while since i heard my mother's tone

yet i know when i need her most

she lends me her shoulder

carries my grief like hidden sin

even through the times i wouldn't let her in

now i'll never make the same mistake ever again

sometimes it takes the strong hand

of a kind-hearted mother to make a weak man

dig down deep and find the strength from somewhere

to withstand more than he can without her care

lately i've been calling home

speaking to my brothers on the phone

and we laugh as we're looking back

over our shoulder

laughing 'bout games that we played to win

and how we wouldn't let each other in

how we'll never make the same mistakes

ever again

sometimes it takes the strong hand

of a kind-hearted brother to make the weak man

dig down deep and find the strength from somewhere

to withstand more than he can without his care

'cause i don't think there was a time when i believed i

would never see a future

now i can't see anything clearer

so tonight i'm coming home

can't bear to think of you lying there alone

stroke your hair and i'll kiss your back

then right up over your shoulder

dive into your world like it's gonna end

like i may never get the chance again

everybody needs somebody on whom they can depend

sometimes it takes the strong hand

of a kind-hearted woman to make a weak man

dig down deep and find the strength from somewhere

to withstand more than he can without her care

sometimes it takes a little planning

and whole lotta understanding to make a weak man

dig down deep and find the strength from somewhere

to withstand more than he can without her care

sometimes it takes the strong hand

of a kind-hearted mother

sometimes it takes the strong hand

of a kind-hearted brother

sometimes it takes the strong hand

of a kind-hearted woman

sometimes it takes the strong hand

sometimes it takes the strong hand

sometimes it takes the strong hand

sometimes it takes the strong hand

sometimes it takes the strong hand