In this cold world,
No matter where I go,
The crowds are all the same.
To them, I’m just
A pebble in the sand;
A face without a name.
Nobody gives a hang
For what I say or do
But you.
And in the shelter of your arms,
I find peace and comfort and care.
For I am wanted there.
In this cold world,
You struggle to survive
And sometimes
You can fall.
You think someone
Would lend a helping hand.
They’d sooner see you crawl.
But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear,
You’re there.
And in the shelter of your arms,
I find strength and safety and then,
I rise and start again.
Just give me one good reason
To go on living,
To keep on trying,
For what? I ask you for what,
If not for you
And all your love
To see me through.
But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear,
You’re there.
And in the shelter of your arms,
I can find strength and safety
And then,
I rise and start again.