Dem seh mi have nuttin'... But Jah wake mi dis mornin'. An' fi dat... Mi already rich. Cardboard bed pon di cold concrete, Barefoot journey pon tired feet. Shop light glow till di night done fade, Mi whisper thanks when di dawn break. Miss Jean smile, pass mi warm bread, "Hold di faith," a di words she said. Mi belly hollow, but mi eyes still see, Every new sun rise blessin' fi me. Storm cloud pass, dem cyaan remain, After di dark come sun again. As long as breath still deh ina mi chest, Jah know di road... Jah know di rest. Mi nah own much, dat much true, Still mi thank Jah fi di morning dew. Every sunrise pull mi through, Even when mi cyaan find food. Nuff road rough, still mi stand tall, Mi spirit never yet did fall. Pocket empty... hear mi call, Pocket empty... heart still full. Bus man wave when him pass mi by, One likkle smile lift mi spirit high. Share mi last crust wid one stray dog, Both a we still bless Jah name. Pickney laugh till di daylight fade, Joy cyan ever truly trade. Some have riches, still dem blue, Hope alone still pull mi through. If tomorrow bring no gold, Still mi faith nah go grow cold. Every heartbeat prove one ting... Life itself a everything. Mi nah own much, dat much true, Still mi thank Jah fi di morning dew. Every sunrise pull mi through, Even when mi cyaan find food. Nuff road rough, still mi stand tall, Mi spirit never yet did fall. Pocket empty... hear mi call, Pocket empty... heart still full. Heart still full... Heart still full... Pocket empty... Heart still full. Jah guide mi home... One day.
