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. A brother's joke