Dreamers
Eyes wide open, face the darkness...

Inner city child
concrete for your play...

She walked cautiously and carefully
Into the forbidden land...

She walked quietly along the road
Covered with red clay and stones...

Theres no longer the gentle touch
of your hand...

Keep Walking
Dirt was dry and brown...

What can I get you sir ?
The waitress asked the man...

Humbled
Humbled by its strength I cry...

In his mind, the special kind
Voices call his name at times...

The sky was gray
as the tempest grew near...

You whispered my name to the wind
and I could hear...

How can I teach you son
Make you understand...