**[Verse 1]** I see them golden towers, shining in the sun While I'm down here digging ditches, wondering what I've done To deserve this hand I'm holding, these cards dealt from below But maybe their penthouse windows hide the tears I'll never know **[Chorus]** We're all walking different roads to the same destination Fighting battles in the dark, seeking our salvation What looks easy from the outside might be breaking them in two So I'll tend my patch of garden with the seeds I'm given to **[Verse 2]** She whispers in the shadows, voice like autumn rain Says her smile's a painted mask to cover up the pain Rich daddy, pretty face, but emptiness inside While I thought my broken home was all I had to hide **[Chorus]** We're all walking different roads to the same destination Fighting battles in the dark, seeking our salvation What looks easy from the outside might be breaking them in two So I'll tend my patch of garden with the seeds I'm given to **[Verse 3]** The preacher drives a Cadillac, congregation's strong But I heard him crying Sunday night, been crying all along His faith and mine look different from the outside looking in But we're both just trying to find where mercy might begin **[Bridge]** Maybe comparison's the thief that steals our peace away Every story has its chapters written in a different way The mountain and the valley both can see the same bright sky Just depends on where you're standing when you're learning how to fly **[Verse 4]** My neighbor's got the perfect lawn, the perfect family car But late at night I hear the fighting drifting from afar Their picket fence is painted white but can't paint over pain We're all just trying to stay dry dancing in the rain **[Verse 5]** So here I am with calloused hands and stories left untold But every scar's a lesson learned, worth more than fool's gold I'll take my broken, beautiful, imperfect piece of life And make it sing like morning birds cutting through the night **[Final Chorus]** We're all walking different roads to the same destination Fighting battles in the dark, seeking our salvation What looks easy from the outside might be breaking them in two So I'll tend my patch of garden, make it bloom with what is true Yes, I'll tend my patch of garden with the seeds I'm given to [Quote] "Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well." - James Weldon Johnson
