Stand

I woke up one morning and I felt so weak
Stumbled out of bed I dropped straight to my knees
I tried to rise, but the pain was too grand

It hurt me so bad, that I could not stand
I could not stand
I could not stand
Ohh how it hurt me that I could not stand

I crawled down the stairs and into the streets
Thinking a doctor could surly put me back on my feet
But she looked at me once, and said I'm sorry man
Nothing in the books or signs will help you stand

Help you stand
Will help you stand
Nothing in the books or signs will help you stand

I went to the bank, thought its money I need
A couple of bucks should put me back to speed
But the banker said, I did not meet the demands
Tell me, how will you carry gold if you can't even stand?

You can't even stand
You can't even stand
How will you carry gold if you can't even stand?

You can't even stand
You can't even stand
How will you carry gold if you can't even stand?

I guess my beliefs; I dragged myself to the church
They say, you'll be found, if you really search
But I had to reach the priest, because I could not reach the lord
The priest heard my prayer, but I'm still bound to the floor

I'm bound to the floor
I'm bound to the floor
The priest heard my prayer, but I'm still bound to the floor

I'm bound to the floor
I'm bound to the floor
The priest heard my prayer, but I'm still bound to the floor

Now at this point it seemed, like I had one last hope
And I don't mean death and I don't mean dope
So I knocked on her door, and said I'm ready to go
You're strong like an ox but you're blind like a mole
So here's my suggestion, put your hand in my hand
I'll be your eyes, if you help me stand

Here's my suggestion, put your hand in my hand
I'll be your eyes, if you help me stand

Help me stand
Will help me stand
I'll be your eyes, if you help me stand

Help me stand
Will help me stand
I'll be your eyes, if you help me stand



Credits
Writer(s): Natacha Joanna Atlas, Nicholas Plato Page, Timothy Whelan, Hamid Mantu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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