i come ho,e from work.
down on my luck,anouther
worken man just struglen for a buck.
you know sometimes its just so hard
to go on. its all over my face when
i walk through the door.
i were my hear on my sleve,
youve seen it befor.
you know it your turn to be strong.

and you tell me,
sometime tomarrow well find the way.
no need to beg, steal or barrow to get through today.
that old cold wind bloween will get wormar i know.
so have faith till then
our ship will come in some time tomarrow.

evening is quiet not much to say.
but the look on your face tells me your afread.
i know sometimes it hard to go on.
as you fall in my arms with tears in your eyes.
i say dont worry baby its ok to cry.
its my turn to be strong.

i tell you sometime tomarrow well find a way.
no need to beg, steal or barow to get through today.
that old cold wind blowen will get wormar i know.
so have faith untill then
our ship will come in sometime tomarrow.

have faith till then
our ship will come in sometime tomarrow.

Beautiful. Talk about perseverence and strength

Nice write...

((((( RJ )))))))))

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ya I am loving this

thnk u everyone


(((((mom))))) thnk you hope all is well

Well done pardner!!!

hey ol cowboy friend of mine how are ya thnks

All is good,, should be packing going to pasadena this weekend,, Yet I am still sittin on me butt
reading away..

Hugs to you

my mom and chandler are comen to see us this weekend so we have a full house hugs back at ya