I was swinging on the swings when I was a little girl Trying to get a handle on the big, wide world When I noticed all the grass in the cracks in the concrete I said, "Where there's a will, there's a way around anything"
Given the slightest chance For the week and the strong
There was a third grade boy that we knew in school He was found face down in a swimming pool And as they worked on that kid every minute was an hour And when his eyes fluttered open we could feel that power
Sirens screaming down my street Whining somewhere far away Still, I say a little prayer
Through the window in the kitchen I can see outside My kids taking turns coming down the slide I try not to worry as they grow a little every day I've just got believe they're gonna find their way More from Beth Nielsen Chapman