crossing the waters
and its cold across your shoulders
but excitement takes the place along fear
I can't remember
I have held your hands in wonder
feeling the strength and gentle wipe of my tears
and you run my way
and you never slow down
and you never complain
I never noticed that your load was getting heavy
was I late to see the weight that you bear?
I'll take it over, if your hands are getting weary
I will cross the waters and meet you there
and you run my way
and you never slow down
and you never complain
you run my way
and you never slow down
and you never complain
still you run my way
and you run my way
and you never slow down
and you never complain
you run my way
and you never slow down
and you never complain