What Gets You Through

I've seen sunshine turn to thunder. Dreams fall down and rise again.

Through every mile and every blunder. I've leaned on the same few friends.

We don't talk fancy, don't chase glory. But they're the backbone of my

story. It's God on Sunday. Family every day. A little faith

when times get gray. Laughter 'round the fire. Sweat on your

brow. The love that keeps you steady somehow. When life runs

rough and the road feels new. That's what gets you through. There's mamas praying

on the front porch swing. Daddy's calloused hands that built my dreams.