The Middle World

Between the fire…

Between the light… We live

between them… Every day,

every night.

I walked the streets beneath the sun

And watched a million lives become Some giving love,

some causing pain Some losing hope,

some trying again

I saw a father hold his son I saw a stranger turn

and run I saw a hand reach out to save And another

push someone away

We’re not the angels We’re not the damned We’re just the people

Trying to understand

IN THE MIDDLE WORLD

Where the real ones live IN THE MIDDLE WORLD We take and

we give

We’re not GOOD PEOPLE

We’re not BAD PEOPLE

We’re just REAL PEOPLE Trying to live

I’ve seen the cruel become kind I’ve seen the good lose their

minds I’ve seen forgiveness change a life I’ve seen love survive the

night A sinner can learn to change A saint can still carry

pain

We can fall and rise again

We can hurt and make amends We’re not the angels

We’re not the damned

We’re just the people

Doing the best we can

Maybe Heaven isn’t far above

Maybe Hell isn’t far below

Maybe they’re hiding inside us

In every choice we make and show

Every heart can carry darkness

Every heart can carry light

Maybe being human means

We become both in this life

IN THE MIDDLE WORLD

Where the real ones live

IN THE MIDDLE WORLD

We take and we give We’re not GOOD PEOPLE

We’re not BAD PEOPLE

We’re just REAL PEOPLE

Trying to live

Below the ground… Above the sky… And here between them… We decide

who we are.

We’re not angels… We’re not demons… We’re only human… REAL PEOPLE.