Every night she prays to God in the most sincerest of fashions
Down on her knees with both hands clinched with passion
A most unselfish act, for she's not prayin for herself
She's called upon the Lord askin to keep her son in good health
He's addicted to drugs from crack, to heroin and dope
Yet she continues to pray...because HOPE FLOATS
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Across town somewhere
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In a room at his girl's house he sits in a chair
Sitting limp and lifeless...and in his eyes...a blank stare
Belt choking his bicep as his veins gasp for air
A Drug-filled needle penetrates his flesh leaving him impaired
Drugs flow thru his blood as he reaches his high
Thinkin of all his problems got em' wishin he'd die

Only a single door down, his girlfriend is cryin a river
A cold wind blows thru the room causin her body to shiver
An eerie feeling fills the air as she dries her last tear
Walks one door down and realizes her biggest fear
John lay pulsating on the ground without an ounce of control
His eyes are glazing over as his body goes cold
The ambulance rushes him to emergency as hail pelts the windshield
About 23 degrees outside if you factor in the wind chill
That's not good for John's condition, his blood flow is movin slow
Heart moniter flatlinin while his girls yellin don't go
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Back Across Town
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"In Jesus' name we pray...and for our sake amen"
She got in bed, rolled back the covers...and then
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At that exact moment air careened thru John's throat
He came back alive...Revitalized..cuz..HOPE FLOATS