When I Look at tomorrow
I may as well be blind
The bones of my ded heroes
Are scattered on the road behind
I hold on to my soul and you
Through the valley of the shadow
I thought I heard the sound
Of my name being spoken
I did not turn around
I made it throug with my soul and you
No money, no belongings
No silver and no gold
A ragman in the market
Where lives are bought and sold
I'm a rich man too with my soul and you