Tired lil one
in my arms so small,
all your dreams are gains in
a place familiar to soul.

Now as i tried
to love u too sweet
or tie to those dreams
that u must see.

Tired lil child
where the streets of ur hurm
nothing's urs
in the city of hurm

So easy to walk on by
problems still beat stop askin polite

I'll stretch hands hiding u
everyone unin hidin from the [bad word] someting got to give

Tired lil one
in my arms be strong
all your dreams making sence
what's right so wrong

Now as i watch u
wake from ur stiill
or tied to those dreams
that u must see

All we have
all we need

so easy to walk on by
problems still
ill stretch hands
hiding you [bad word]  hidin from the [bad word] something's got to give
All we have, all we need

Why am i be this way