ou see that endless line? They're victims of our time
Who's only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams
To work hard all your life, to raise your family with your wife
And to survive all the heartaches and bad breaks fate may bring
But dreams are seldom real and an aching heart won't heal
Standing in a line for a meal at a strangers door
As night begins to fall, they lay down in the hall of the mission
Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war
And they dream of home, where someone's waitin'
Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope
But come early dawn as dreams are fading
They're hanging by a slender thread of hope
years
wisdom
weigh
weary
turns
tries
though
these
victims
there
understand
stroke
strangers
still
spoke
slender
slowly
sleep
sitting
thread
seldom
scope
while
those
their
salvation
running
romance
rocks
really
raise
quiet
hates
where
destroy
cruel
again
fathers
crime
closing
friend
daily
impossible
alive
words
servant
fading
pouring
bills
loosing
drowning
water
night
begins
grind
fountain
collar
endless
final
waiting
calls
world
dream
standing
breaks
early
fears
brown
survive
alone
explain
solve
nothing
public
comes
hanging
aching
laughing
young
leads
dreams
bring
beyond
family
little
mission
heart
phone
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