Strength Of The World

People come, People go
Good guys never really finish
Yet they’re the ones we wait for
Because anarchy is fun, but not in the end
When all is said and done
Who will be there,
Holding you hand?

We all need to cry
But it’s the one, who picks us up,
That changes the world
When it looks like rain

That good guy will always be
The one you want, the one you need
Because he has a heart of gold and
The strength of the world.