Where do i go from here?
Feeling So far from near
Someone give me a hand... a hand to hold
Someone give me a voice to guide me home. oooh
Place to her beat is living in her drum
And like a harp on her heart strings he strums
Were both in love by the words she sung
But her family ain't hearing it she migt as well hum
She say he mister right they say he mister wrong
And she replies cant we all get along
And though she dont agree with the way he makes change
She believes he's gonna change and get a job
Hes with his friends saying catch them young and theyre forever yours
She's forever indoors
She was ready to start uni till he got down on his two knees and made his enemies in laws
Shes two weeks late the door goes knock knock
Police take him away he gets locked up
Hes caught himself a case
Shes bought herself a test and the suspects the same guy thats left her knocked up
Where does she go?...
When your thoughts start sounding like noise
You at the crossroads you tryna make a choice
With no shoulder to cry on
And all you have left is a voice
Where do i go from here?
Feeling So far from near
Someone give me a hand... a hand to hold
Someone give me a voice to guide me home Oooh
Youve got to follow you.
Youve got to follow you.
Youve got to follow your heart. life is. so short
He didnt know his father and never really talked about him
Plus he was brought up well
So when suit brought it up well he never really thought about it
Looking at his own kids reminds him that he aint got no hate
And then he got a strange phonecall from a sister that he didnt know existed
Is this som kind of prank
No way she said
Please the father that we share is in critical condition under care
I heard stories about you and i know it wasnt fair
But the fact he wasnt there doesnt mean he doesnt care
He gonna need a donor
At least be assessed
He agreed to the test and the results came back
Hes a straight match
But should he take the risk for a stranger that was supposed to play dad?
Where does he go?!
When your thoughts start sounding like noise
You at the crossroads you tryna make a choice
With no shoulder to cry on
And all tou have left is a voice.
Where do i go from here?
Feeling So far from near
Someone give me a hand... a hand to hold
Someone give me a voice to guide me home Oooh
Youve got to follow you.
Youve got to follow you.
Youve got to follow your heart.