Inspired by Brett Dennen

Singing in the cemetary,
losing all they've got,
and pleading for some way to survive.
If pennies paid the price
for all the lost and broken things,
then maybe we'd all be alright.

Chorus:
There's so much we don't know
ad places we'll never get to see.
Oh but how id I get so blessed,
when others are suffering.

But the water's still running
on down those rivers,
and flooding all the trees.
And places that once were so safe and secure,
are now just a memory.

We may ask ourselves,
"why does it have to be this way?"
or whether it's worth the fight,
but I guess we all have out own things,
but know in the end,
it will all be alright,
so rest and sleep tonight.

Now we can't be judged
on our own situations,
but how we make it through.