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Through The Cracks

Matthew West copyright 1994

 

She wonders the streets of Cincinnati,

looking for a place to call her home,

in search of a life and a love

she can call her very own.

They say she doesn’t cope

quite the way she should,

but I think she’d do much better

if she only could.

 

Chorus   they slip through the cracks and holes

                of society,

                those desperate, barren souls,

                who seem to judge you and me

                for the way we live our lives

                so content with all we own.

                we close our ears and eyes

                to the nameless and the unknown.

 

I met him on a park bench

up in northern Ohio.

He was down on his luck

And he was aching in his soul.

I couldn’t give him any easy answers,

Just an open ear

but he seized it like a dying man,

and I began to hear

 

Chorus

 

Break

 

I didn’t say a word, I just listened.

I wanted to get in her skin.

It was plain where she was going.

I wanted to know where she had been.

I learned so much as I listened

to that old woman on the street:

How quickly life can slip away,

and we can lose our dreams.

 

Chorus